“What are you doing here??” Videl whispers hoarsely, holding Pan to her chest.
“I’m just here for a quick snack,” Goku smiles, eyeballing the areola peeking out from under the suckling baby’s cheek.
Gohan rolls over in bed with a soft rustle and a snore.
“This isn’t a good time, Mr. Son!” she scolds quietly, “I’m feeding the baby, and my husband, your son, is right over there.”
Goku pulls her shirt up regardless and descends upon her swollen, unlatched breast.
“No!” she whispers with more intensity, pushing him vainly with one arm.
Grasping her milky jug with one big hand, he swallows her teat, sucking intently. First cupping her nipple with his tongue, then biting—gently at first, but soon so hard, she begs him to stop. He works gleefully alongside the child, drawing milk through Videl’s vulnerable body while, nervously, she watches her husband. If he catches them like this….
The baby falls asleep, so her mother seizes the opportunity. “I have to lay her down now, she’s finished,” and Videl pushes against Goku, hoping he’ll let go.
He pulls back from her breast, pinching and releasing with a satisfied smack of his lips.
She breathes a tiny sigh of relief and hurriedly lays Pan down in her basinet.
“If you give a saiyan a tiddyful of milk,” Goku strokes his bony bulge, “he’ll want a pussy to fuck.”
“I… can’t. Gohan will wake up,” she stutters in the dark of her own bedroom.
“Nah,” Goku closes the gap between them, “It’ll be fine.” He rips apart her pajama bottoms.
Her resolve dissolves into her panties, “Okay, yes! Of course! Inside, I need you inside me, please,” she drools.
He grimaces.
“Give it to me!” she begs.
Tearing her panties from her hips, he balls them up and jams the sweaty wad past her teeth. Her knees shake. He bends her over and pulls out his cock.
He teases her slutty slit, sliding his dangerous dick against her clit. He smacks her thigh, like a proud cowboy, “Piccolo can retrain this out of shape body of yours.” Her tears fill with embarrassed anger. Her seething pain causes no concern; in fact, he’s twenty percent harder.
And then finally, finally, Goku dick-splits her pussy, squeezing in deep, and instantly, a mind-bending orgasm body-slams Videl.
“Yeah…, yeah! YEAH! SshhhhittT,” she thinks, clutching tight and moaning through wadded panties. She laughs maniacally, because of the goddamn glorious feeling fluttering in her G-spot. Her ears ring and reality becomes wobbly while her father-in-law proceeds to pump in passionate form. She puffs, moaning muffled protestations of bewilderment, and she weeps, “Incredible……!” She cums four more times, bam-bam-bam-bam, giggling and crying from beginning to end.
Goku twists her dark nipples, pinching tight. He licks his lips as she winces, and with a sadistic smirk he yanks her sensitive breasts. “Here I come…,” he growls under his breath, and with a final fucking barrage, he thrusts thick jizz deep down into her pulsing pussy.
“Gohan is gonna smell that,” he points at her sticky snatch and wipes his dick on her shirt.
“What… happened to bringing backup?” she huffs.
“Heh,” he chuckles and saunters off towards her kitchen. “Do ya even remember what your husband’s dick feels like?”