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It's Got Me Running And I Just Can't Brake - Bulma reward story
🕑 Added 2021-06-27 02:43:02 +0000 UTCTrunks hadn't broken a sweat in taking down King Cold and Frieza, but even still, the insistence that he 'have some rest' that Bulma laid on so thick was enough for Trunks to not be able to say no. She had no idea he was her son from the future and he wanted to keep that from her as best he could. A guest house on Capsule Corp campus wasn't exactly the chance to spend a moment with his mom that he would have wanted, but it was best that he was isolated from her and that wasn't dealing with her. He shouldn't be around her. That was a fast track to making things significantly worse for everyone involved.
But a good meal wasn't something he could say no to. There was a joy to be found in this all. In seeing the world be normal when the future he came from was anything but. Bulma wasn't exactly the motherly type yet. She wasn't fully matured even, in the ways he maybe would have wanted. But even that wasn't an obstacle in the way of anything for him. he was just happy to see her safe, to see those who had grown u hearing about be so strong and so steady. It was a joy that brought him something deeply relieving.
He intended to be gone after breakfast. That was it. Just one night to sleep in a warm bed and enjoy the idea that he didn't have to fear being woken up by anything too drastic. It was what he had to hold onto, what gave him just a little bit of relief, and he settled comfortably down into all the warmth and the relief of that bed, sinking into a hard earned sleep that Trunks couldn't pretend he didn't sorely need. A sleep he had been long putting off, and it took him quickly.
He'd fallen asleep early, but his sleep didn't get to last forever. Something slowly pulled Trunks from his slumber, made him groan and shift in surprise under a steady warmth that began to draw him out. he didn't know what it was at all, twisting around in confusion and trying to sort out what it was that he felt, creeping slowly up from his confusion to be greeted with what was just about the most drastic and baffling of any sight he could have ever imagined.
Bulma was sucking his cock.
The blankets were pulled back and his boxers had come down, most of his cock sank between the soft lips of his own mother in this time, and it took everything he had in side of him to not shout out, "Mom?" in abject terror, not that his real response was any better. "What?"
Bulma didn't quite explain anything yet. She continued to rock her head back and forth along his shaft, appreciating the size of this hunky stranger's big dick. It was a surprising rush of everything she needed, and she moved quickly to savour everything that he offered her. The pleasure was there, and her very direct intentions didn't hesitate at all in the face of these growing pressures. The pleasure she felt was very simple and steady, born of a certainty and a desire that just felt right. The steady bobbing of her head took its time with him, savoured with slow appreciation and escalating heat the idea that she just wanted to let go of herself.
This was wrong. Trunks wasn't sure what the hell he was supposed to do in the face of this, but this was wrong, and he squirmed in greater confusion, wondering what to say and how to stand up for himself against all these weird and strange flares of surprise. "You've been welcoming enough," he said, as if somehow this was just an expression of hospitality. But maybe Trunks needed it to be something that simple; the alternative was that his mom found him hot, and he didn't have even the slightest idea what to do with that information.
Drawing slowly back from his shaft, Bulma let it slowly leave her mouth, showing off how it glistened with her spit before she brought it down across her tongue a few times. She couldn't stop licking it. "This isn't about welcoming you," she purred. "This is about paying back a hunky, handsome hero like you with something special." Kisses peppered the shaft, adoring him with the utmost desire to lose herself, and Bulma simply didn't care about self-control. "So just lie back and relax. I want to do something nice for you, and I want you to just enjoy yourself." Her lips wrapped around his head again, and she stared at him with burning fuck-me eyes and a pleasure too ferocious to want to help.
This was madness. Trunks needed to let go of this secret about Bulma being his mom if this was what the cost of it was. He needed to confess that he was her son and squirm his way out of this situation before things got worse, but even as his mouth tried to form around explanations and express even the slightest bit of sense, he flattered. Trunks didn't have the sense to say what needed to be said, his voice caught in his throat and every throb of sensation robbing him of more and more clarity. Why couldn't he spit it out?
It couldn't have been because of how hard his cock throbbed in his mom's mouth. No, Trunks absolutely refused that possibility, even as he squirmed harder under this. That wasn't allowed to be the reason. The way that Bulma so loudly slurped his cock, the way she handled his girth and his length like a pro, and the way she looked at him like she wanted him to fuck her stupid were adamantly not allowed to be why he wasn't saying anything about this. That opened up a terrifying implication he had to roundly reject for his own sanity, and Trunks did everything in his power to fight against it even still, to argue against what continued to push him,
Even inviting him here had been, in Bulma's mind, a chance to get at him. A handsome, younger guy who she wanted to get all over and who had impressed her so thoroughly with cutting down Frieza. She'd been on Namek. She recognized the dangers involved, and Frieza had been a glorified nobody in front of Trunks. It did things to her, and she was desperate to get here, fantasizing all the way about giving in to this. And now she had even more reason to be excited; his cock was huge, and she was able to appreciate every inch of him in her slavish desire to give in deeper.
She sucked on his cock with the sloppiest, greediest pace she could. The spit strands that covered his cock on each pull back from it were indecent and shameless, but she was consumed by need, thoroughly unable to hold back from the pleasure of giving in to her most base impulses, and each push forward felt better than the last. It was everything she needed, even if she didn't yet understand how desperately she was about to crash. The pleasure was simply too good to pass up this chance for, and she would have never forgiven herself if she didn't get to take this hunk for a ride. That justified all of this for her. It was a level of boy crazy that Bulma thought she had outgrown.
"You don't have to," Trunks said, but it fell on deaf ears. He squirmed in indecisive panic on the bed, trying to contain himself as best he could, but no amount of face-saving was going to spare him this insanity now. He struggled to contain himself and hold back from letting spill a mess of absolutely desperate confessions and pleasures. It was too much for him to keep track of, pleasure burning through him thoroughly and demanding his total unraveling. Bulma sucked his cock without hesitation or care, and no word he could say was convincing her to stop. Her eyes even signaled that she wanted him to keep going, gleaming with dizzy, feverish desire and demanding that he give her exactly what she wanted.
Bulma wanted to. End of discussion.
Her sloppy oral praise for his cock left Trunks powerless. He wanted to be stronger than this, wanted to avoid his plunge into the embarrassment and shame of giving up so completely to something so lurid. It didn't matter. He was powerless to stop this, and his hips bucked with unbearable joy as he let himself go, groaning out in bliss and firing his load right into her mouth. He wished he was steadier and stronger, wished he could resist this temptation, but he came in his mom's mouth and down her throat, and scarily, it was probably the best orgasm of his life. An orgasm where he locked eyes with Bulma and completely melted in the face of something truly beautiful.
Not pulling away until she swallowed every drop, Bulma savoured the dizzy and insatiable thrill of making everything she could of this. She wasn't patient or composed, letting her deepest and most depraved pleasures shine through. It was salty, bitter, powerful and demanding her respect. Drawing back with spit and lingering cum dripping from her lips, Bulma moaned, "You came so much."
"Th-that felt really good." He didn't want it to. He wanted to scream. But he wasn't going to tell her it was bad when he came that hard. "Wow."
"You poor thing, it's like you haven't fucked before. That orgasm was so much; I'd say you're just pent up, but there's no way a guy like you isn't going through plenty of girls. It's okay, I don't mind being one of them." She licked her lips. "Or maybe convincing you to settle down."
Trunks could only beg for death as he watched Bulma pull back and lift her nightgown up. She threw it off entirely, revealing her youthful, perky body to eyes that were not ready to see his mom at such a stage in her life. So hot, so taut, so completely eager to ride him all night. He wasn't ready for this. He needed to find a way to explain things that wasn't going to destroy the timeline and threaten his own existence.
Instead of any of that, he lay there like a clueless idiot and stared at his mom's tits.
"You don't need to be shy." Crawling up over his body, Bulma was happy to keep taking charge. In fact, if she had found a guy with all this handsomeness and a huge cock who was happy to let her take over without it being a threat to his masculinity, all the better. "I'm just like any other woman you'll ever meet." She smiled, gripping his shaft and positioning herself up over him. "Well, maybe not just like every other woman. I hope you'll find me special." She was committed to ending her single dry streak, and doing so with absolutely no hesitation.
So she slammed herself down onto his cock. It was shameless and brutish, an aggressive show of immediate greed and pressure that left Trunks just that little bit more powerless against everything brewing within him. He had no time to answer this, no time to contain himself or think, too busy feeling the slick pussy clench down around his dick and begin demanding from him everything. Bulma took him down, straddling his lap and preparing herself to ride him as hard as she could.
"Fuck!" he gasped. That was all he could say. He was balls deep inside his own mother right now, and Bulma was immediately committed to riding him as hard as she could. No hesitation, no restraint. She was after something reckless and powerful, pleasure burning through her and ignoring any semblance of calm for the sake of getting hers. And all he could do was watch. Watch her face twist in pleasure, watch her breasts bounce. He felt useless and confused and completely lost to any semblance of reason. This was not what he wanted in the least, and trying his best to speak up wasn't getting him anywhere, because words simply failed him.
"'Fuck' is right. You're so big!" Bulma grabbed his stomach, bouncing atop him with reckless, feverish passion. "I've never so full in my life. You're like the answer to every guy problem I've ever had!" It involved a blatant and insane misunderstanding of just about everything happening here, reading his every embarrassment the wrong way and believing she was happily bouncing atop the road to pure indulgence. she didn't want to hold back, heaving atop him with an increasing vigor and desperation, the almost obvious and foolishly blatant simplicity of this pleasure overtaking her.
All Bulma needed was his big dick in her. And she got it. Each slam down filled her pussy up, and she remained consistent, clinging to him tightly and enjoy the wild pleasure of letting everything go. It was all she needed. It boiled everything down to its most basic and blissful degree, lighting her up ever hotter with each shove down. Her inner walls squeezed down around his dick, continuing to beg for more as she took him on, as she embraced her most shameless and most desperate of satisfactions. It was everything she needed, a wild rush of senseless chaos and joy to keep sinking into.
Why couldn't Trunks do anything but stare like a fucking idiot? He was just watching this all go, wishing he was more capable of addressing any of these pleasures, wishing he could even begin to stick up for himself in the chaos of this pleasure, and every step of the way he found himself wishing for some semblance of normalcy to save him. Trunks needed to not be fucking his mom. He needed to find some way to pull back from everything happening to him and settle more calmly down into something that wasn't this. Embarrassed to the point of pure panic, he wanted to be anywhere but here, where his inability to spit out the truth had his mom accidentally fucking her son.
"I don't know why you’re single, but you can stay with me if you want to. You can stop running around. Maybe I'll even be your sugar mommy." She threw her head back and picked up the pace, moans growing louder, and she missed the way his face flashed over in abject horror at her words. Bulma was gone, compeltely committed to pleasure that ripped through her and brought her an increasing sense of pure satisfaction. She didn't need anything else, in her mind. This chance to ride out the pleasure was its own satisfaction, its own brilliant reward, and she was able to find the growing certainty of how nice it felt to let go. It pushed her. Provoked her. Made her burn brighter.
As much as he didn't want to give in to this, his hips started to rock upward. Trunks wished he was capable of fighting this, but his body was weak. Aching. Bulma was beautiful and completely irresistible, and even if she was his mom, she was youthful and peppy and so unbelievably tight. Gasps of utter shame and frustration tore through his throat as Trunks began to feed into it, meeting her pace and growing more involved, his cock filling her up to the brim with each stroke and leaving Bulma absolutely delirious.
"Oh fuck! There we go. You're even more of a man than I thought! Fuck me! Show me what you've got!" Bulma thrashed atop his lap. He wasn't taking control or anything, just giving in to it, and all that Saiyan strength rattled he to her core, brought her an even greater satisfaction to continue spiraling into madness through. It was too good to be true, and every ache of pleasure demanded from Bulma her complete surrender. It was madness, but a beautiful madness. A madness she let rip her asunder.
With her breasts bouncing faster and all sense of control bleeding away, Trunks remained reluctant but unable to contain it all. He needed to keep fucking, thrusting harder up into Bulma, bouncing her atop his cock in the desperate pursuit of an orgasm rapidly crashing down on him. One that promised to be as incredible as it was shameful. He knew this was going to be is doom, knew he was never going to be able to look his mom in the eye again when he went back. It didn't matter. He was just going to have to do it.
Bulma was ready to make it worse, though her legs slipped underneath his body, licking around his waist as she slammed herself down onto him, begging, "Cum inside!" Her own orgasm was desperate and senseless, squeezing around his cock in hopeless joy and pulling him to thoroughly unravel. It was too much for her to take, and she happily dragged Trunks in with her. He hadn't planned where to cum, but the realization that he was already cumming and that he was balls deep in his mom did not leave him feeling any better. He hollered out in total panic, but was completely unable to resist or contain it all, filling her up and melting into the state of pure confusion and worry that stripped him of any semblance of control or sense.
Trunks had done it. Fucked his mom. Gone far past the point of no return, and nothing else he was about to do across the course of the night could make things any worse than they already were, right?
"I want you to keep cumming in me until you're dry," Bulma moaned, biting her lip and starting to ride him again, grinding steadily atop his lap. "It's not safe, but I feel like taking that risk with you."
Oh.
