They take each other sons' virginity

I couldn't wait to get back home after that long month at boarding summer school. Trunks and I had been shipped off there right after our dads left for their three-month training binge, something about keeping up with studies while Mom and Bulma focused on... whatever they were doing. Mom had texted me this morning: "Goten, school's out today.

Take the bus straight to Bulma's Capsule House for lunch. We've got oden waiting, and a big surprise after. Don't be late!" Trunks got a similar message from his mom, so we hopped on the bus together, chatting the whole way about how boring the school was. All those math drills and history lessons, man, it felt like forever since I'd seen Mom. I missed her home cooking, even if she was always nagging me about training or studying like Dad.The bus dropped us off near Capsule Corp, and we jogged the rest of the way, laughing about some dumb prank we'd pulled on the teachers.

When we burst through the door of the Capsule House, Bulma's fancy expandable home setup in the backyard, it smelled amazing, like simmering broth and fresh veggies. "Mom! We're here!" I called out, spotting her and Bulma in the kitchen area. But... something was off. They both looked taller, way taller than I remembered, and they were wearing these super baggy clothes, oversized sweats and hoodies that hung loose like tents.

Mom's ponytail looked the same, but her face seemed... sharper? And Bulma's blue hair was tied back, but her posture was different, more imposing.

"Hey, kids! Welcome back!" Bulma said with her usual inventive grin, waving a ladle. But yeah, she was definitely taller, towering over the counter now. Mom rushed over and gave me a hug, but it felt weird, her arms were like iron bars, and she squeezed a bit too hard.

"Goten! I've missed you so much! How was school?"Trunks scratched his head, staring at his mom. "Uh, Mom? You look... different. Did you... put on weight or something? Those clothes are huge."I nodded, blurting out without thinking,

"Yeah, Mom, you too. You both look kinda... fat? What happened while we were gone? Too many snacks?"The room went dead silent. Mom's face turned red, that fiery temper I knew all too well flaring up like when Dad forgot an anniversary.

"Goten! Shut the fuck up! You have no idea what we've been through!" Bulma crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing like when Vegeta pissed her off.

"Yeah, Trunks, zip it! We're not fat, we've been training harder than you can imagine. Just eat your lunch and wait. We've got a surprise after the meal that'll shut you both up for good."Trunks and I exchanged glances, shrugging. "Uh, okay... sorry?" I mumbled, feeling a bit guilty but still confused.

We sat down at the table as they served up the oden, big pots of it, with fish cakes, daikon, eggs, and all the fixings simmering in that savory broth. It looked awesome, and my stomach growled loud enough to make everyone chuckle, breaking the tension a little.As we dug in, slurping up the hot soup and munching on the tender bits, the conversation started flowing.

Mom leaned back in her chair, her baggy hoodie shifting a bit, man, she really did look bulkier under there. "So, boys, tell us everything. What was this summer school like? I hope you didn't slack off on your studies, Goku would be disappointed if you didn't learn something useful."I laughed, popping a fish cake into my mouth. "Aw, Mom, it was okay. Kinda boring, though.

We had these math classes every day, algebra and stuff. Trunks was good at it, being all smart like Bulma, but I kept zoning out thinking about sparring with Dad. Remember how he'd always turn training into a game? Like, 'Goten, dodge this Kamehameha or no dinner!' I miss that."Trunks nodded, dipping his daikon in the broth. "Yeah, it wasn't too bad. The science labs were cool, I built this mini robot that could fetch snacks. Reminded me of you, Mom, always tinkering in the lab. But the dorms were lame.

Goten and I shared a room, and he'd snore like a dragon! We pulled a few pranks, though, like switching the teachers' coffee with decaf. They were so sleepy during lectures!"Bulma chuckled, her inventive spark lighting up. "A mini robot? That's my boy! You should've added a laser, practical and fun. But seriously, Trunks, did you learn anything new? Vegeta's always pushing you to get stronger, but brains matter too. Capsule Corp didn't build itself on brawn alone.""Yeah, Mom, we did some physics stuff, gravity and energy waves.

Made me think about Dad's training. He's probably out there breaking planets or something. I tried to practice my ki a bit in secret, but the school had rules against 'destructive activities.' Goten almost got us in trouble when he powered up during gym class, blew the volleyball net away!"I grinned sheepishly, slurping more broth. "Hey, it was an accident! But come on, Mom, what about you guys? You've been training? Like, martial arts? That's awesome! Dad would be proud. Did you learn any new moves? I bet you could take on some low-level bad guys now."

Mom's eyes softened a bit, that protective side coming out. "Oh, Goten, we've been working hard, really hard. Master Roshi put us through the wringer. Push-ups, kicks, even some energy control. It wasn't easy, but we did it for you kids... and for Earth. With Goku and Vegeta gone, we couldn't just sit around. But enough about us, tell me more about school. Did you make any friends? Any girls catch your eye?" She winked, always trying to play matchmaker like she did with Gohan.Trunks rolled his eyes.

"Mom, not this again. There were a few cool kids, one guy who could juggle ki blasts, but nothing big. Mostly studying. Goten was the class clown, always making jokes about Saiyan appetites during lunch. We'd eat like three trays each!""Yeah, the food there was okay, but nothing like your oden, Mom! This is the best, spicy and hearty, just like Dad likes it. Remember that time he ate a whole pot by himself after fighting Piccolo? We were all starving!" I laughed, feeling nostalgic. The chat went on like that for ages, us boys rambling about dumb school stories, Trunks imitating a teacher's Vegeta-like scowl, me acting out a fake spar with my spoon as a sword. The moms shared a few teases about their training, but kept it vague, smirking at each other like they had a secret.

Bulma talked about inventing new training gear, "weighted capsules that adjust on the fly, genius, right?" Mom bragged about her endurance, "I could run laps around the island without breaking a sweat now!"We must've talked for over an hour, plates refilling twice, laughing and reminiscing about old adventures, Buu, the tournaments, Dad's goofy antics. It felt good, like family again. But finally, the pots were empty, and we leaned back, stuffed. "Whew, that was great," I said, patting my belly.Mom and Bulma exchanged a look, their eyes gleaming. "Alright, boys," Bulma said, standing up, man, she was tall now, like over six feet.

"Time for that surprise. Stand back."Before we could react, they both grabbed their baggy clothes and, rip!, tore them off like paper. Shreds flew everywhere, and suddenly, there they were: totally naked, bodies transformed into these massive, muscular amazons. Mom's dark hair cascaded down her back, but her body, holy crap! Arms like tree trunks, 24 inches around, chest a whopping 58 inches with those bikini-top-straining pecs (wait, no bikini now, fully exposed, nipples hard and perky), thighs at 36 inches of sexy, rippling power, calves 22 inches, and glutes like giant, firm boulders. And hair, thick armpit bushes, dark and curly, matching the wild pubic forest between her legs.

Bulma was the same: blue armpit hair thick and untamed, pubic bush a blue tangle, her muscles identical in size and definition, towering at 6 feet, making us look tiny since Trunks and I were still our usual heights."Whoa... Mom?!" I yelped, eyes wide. Trunks stammered, "M-Mom? You're... huge!"They laughed, flexing casually. "Told you it wasn't fat," Mom said, her voice fiery but playful. "We've been building power, real power. Now, for the surprise: you boys get to appreciate it up close." Bulma produced a big bottle of baby oil from a cabinet, tossing it to us. "Oil us up while we pose. Kiss, lick, worship these bodies. Trunks, you're with Chi-Chi. Goten, you're mine."

Trunks gulped but nodded, taking some oil as Mom, Chi-Chi, struck her first pose: double biceps. Her arms exploded upward, 24-inch peaks rising like mountains, veins pulsing under the skin, her thick armpit hair fully exposed, dark curls framing the deep pits. "Come on, Trunks, oil these guns. Feel how hard they are." Trunks approached hesitantly, pouring oil onto his hands and rubbing it into her biceps, the peaks glistening as he massaged, fingers sinking slightly into the oiled flesh but bouncing off the hardness beneath.

"Wow... they're like steel..." he murmured, leaning in to kiss the peak, lips brushing the veiny mound, then licking along the split, tasting the salty oil mixed with her sweat. Chi-Chi moaned softly, flexing harder, the bicep jumping under his tongue. "Mmm, good boy... lick those pits too, taste my strength." Trunks blushed but obeyed, tongue delving into her thick armpit hair, the curls tickling his face as he lapped at the musky skin, oil dripping down her sides.

Meanwhile, I was with Bulma, heart pounding. She hit double biceps too, her blue armpit hair bushy and inviting under those massive 24-inch arms. "Your turn, Goten. Oil me up, make it shine." I squirted oil onto her peaks, hands trembling as I rubbed it in, feeling the unyielding muscle, warm and alive, veins throbbing under my palms. "It's... amazing, Bulma..." I whispered, kissing the bicep, lips pressing into the oiled hardness, then licking slowly along the curve, savoring the slick taste. She purred, "Deeper... into the pits." I buried my face in her thick blue armpit hair, tongue exploring the curls, lapping at the salty, musky essence, oil mixing with her natural scent as she flexed, the pit deepening around my mouth.

Next pose: abs and thighs. Chi-Chi crunched her core, eight-pack popping like cobblestones, thighs flaring to 36 inches, quads sweeping out hugely. "Oil these abs, Trunks, trace every ridge." He knelt, hands slathering oil over her etched stomach, fingers dipping into the deep grooves, kissing each ab, lips lingering on the oiled slabs, then licking down to her thighs, tongue gliding over the vastus muscles, tasting the power. "Kiss my bush too, feel how wild it is." Trunks hesitated but pressed lips to her thick pubic hair, tongue parting the curls to lick her mound, oil dripping onto her giant glutes.Bulma did the same, her abs rippling, thighs massive.

I oiled her eight-pack, hands exploring the hardness, kissing each block, sucking lightly on the oiled skin, then down to her thighs, licking the teardrops, the oil making them gleam. "Lick my pubic hair, Goten, taste me." I dove in, tongue through the blue bush, musky and oiled, her moans encouraging as I worshipped.Front lat spread: Their backs widened like cobra hoods, chests at 58 inches thrusting forward, nipples erect. Trunks oiled Chi-Chi's lats, hands sliding under her arms through the pit hair, kissing her pecs, licking the cleavage, sucking a nipple as she flexed.

I did Bulma's, oiling the flare, kissing her massive chest, tongue circling her nipple amid the oil.Back lat spread: Turning, lats exploding outward. We oiled their backs, hands on the wings, kissing the ridges, licking down spines to glutes, tongues on the giant cheeks, oil everywhere.Back double biceps: Arms up again, backs flexed. More oil, kisses on peaks from behind, licks on pits and glutes, our faces buried in their power for what felt like forever, moans filling the room.Finally, breathless, they grabbed us. Bulma scooped me up effortlessly, my small frame dangling as she lifted me to her mouth, taking my erection in, lifting blowjob, her massive arms holding me steady, lips and tongue working sensually, sucking deep until I exploded in her mouth, swallowing with a grin. Trunks got the same from Chi-Chi, cumming

hard.

We recovered fast, young energy, I guess, and they threw us to the floor gently. Bulma mounted me in Amazon position, lowering her oiled pussy onto me, tight and wet, riding with powerful thrusts, her giant thighs flexing. "Suckle my nipples, Goten, while I flex." She bent forward, her 58-inch chest in my face; I latched on, sucking as her pecs bounced, milk-like essence from the flexing, until I creampied her, moaning.Chi-Chi did Trunks the same, riding fiercely, "Suck hard, feel my power!" He nursed on her nipples, her pecs flexing hugely, until his creampie filled her.We lay there, spent but happy, the surprise one we'd never forget.