Bulma sees all of Trunks

"Yeah, I'll be right there." 17 yelled back.

Trunks went into a panic at the thought of his mom seeing him in this state and tried to cover up his tiny dick with his hands, but 18 grabbed his wrists, and pulled them back.

"No more of that, sweetie." Said 18 softly, in the ear of poor Trunks. "You wouldn't want mommy getting hurt now."

Trunks screamed out, defeated, and awaiting his upcoming humiliation. He didn't understand why his dick was still so hard.

18 felt the fight go out of him and reached back around to his front and started playing with his penis some more. 17 then appeared flying into view, carrying an unhurt Bulma with him.

"Holy shit." Said 17, as he landed a few feet from them, and dropped an upset Bulma to her knees in front of him.

"Oh my God!" Said Bulma, with tears in her eyes. "What are doing to my son, you monster!"

"What are we doing?" Replied 18, as she grabbed the base of Trunk's dick, and started bouncing it up and down. "Tiny dick here is the one getting turned on."

Trunks shut his eyes, and looked away from his mother, as Bulma did the same.

"None of that." Whispered 18, in Trunks ear. "A good boy should look his mommy in the eyes."

"That goes for you too." Said 17 to Bulma. "Do as we say, and you two just might make it out of this okay."

The two slowly opened their eyes and regretfully began to look at each other.

"Let's see." Said 18. "What would the be the most fun to make you do? I know! Let's let your mommy see you cum."

Trunks couldn't believe it. He was the son of the prince of all Saiyans, but here was reduced to this state of humiliation by an enemy, and in front of his mom no less. All of his fighting spirit had drained out of the boy, and he let out a cry as 18 began stroking his dick. He couldn't believe how good the cyborgs hands felt, and he hated to admit it, but he really wanted to cum, but he wasn't quite ready to cum yet.

"Well, what's the hold up?" Asked 18. "Oh, I know. Boys need some kind of material to get off. 17, help this boy out, well you?"

"I like the way you think, sis." Said 17, as he grabbed Bulma, and carried her over to Trunks and 18, before sitting her down right in front of her son who was getting a hand job.

Bulma and Trunks could do nothing, but gasp as they realized their situation was about to get a whole lot worse.