The sun streamed through the window of Gohan’s room, casting a warm glow over his desk, still cluttered with textbooks and notes from weeks of relentless studying. His final exams were finally over, and the relief was palpable. Gohan, now a young man balancing his Saiyan heritage with his scholarly pursuits, leaned back in his chair, flipping through a comic book. He’d aced his tests, and the pride of making his mother, Chichi, happy was its own reward—or so he thought.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. “Gohan, can I come in?” Chichi’s voice carried that familiar mix of firmness and affection.
“Sure, Mom,” Gohan called, setting the comic aside.
Chichi stepped into the room, her petite frame dressed in a simple blouse and skirt that hugged her curves just right. She carried a small tray with a glass of juice and some homemade cookies—his favorite. “I thought you might like a little treat after all that hard work,” she said, setting the tray on his desk.
Gohan grinned, reaching for a cookie. “Thanks, Mom. You didn’t have to.”
“Oh, but I wanted to,” Chichi replied, sitting beside him on the edge of his bed. She watched him eat for a moment, her dark eyes softening. “You know, Gohan, I’m so proud of you. Your teachers sent me your grades today—straight A’s across the board. You’ve been studying so hard.”
Gohan swallowed, blushing slightly under her praise. “Aw, thanks, Mom. I just wanted to do well—for you, mostly.”
“You always make me proud,” Chichi said, reaching out to ruffle his spiky hair. “But this time, I think you deserve something extra special. Something more than cookies.”
Gohan tilted his head, curious. “Like what? A new game? Or maybe that training gear I’ve been eyeing?”
Chichi chuckled, a playful glint in her eye. “Not quite. I was thinking of something… more personal. Something just for you.”
“Personal?” Gohan echoed, his brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”
Chichi took a deep breath, her cheeks tinting pink. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Gohan, you’re growing up fast. Soon you’ll be a man in every sense, and I think it’s time you learned about certain things—intimate things. Since you’ve been such a good student, I want to reward you in a way you’ll never forget.”
Gohan blinked, still not catching on. “Intimate things? Like… what?”
“Sex, Gohan,” Chichi said bluntly, meeting his gaze. “I’m going to teach you about sex. And as your reward, I’m letting you play with my body—touch me, kiss me, even fuck me if you want.”
Gohan’s jaw dropped, his cookie falling back onto the tray with a soft thud. “Mom! Are you serious? But—you’re my mom!”
“I know, I know,” Chichi said quickly, holding up a hand. “It’s unconventional, sure. But we’ve always been close, haven’t we? And I trust you completely. This can stay just between us—our little secret.”
Gohan’s mind reeled. He couldn’t deny that he’d noticed his mother’s beauty over the years—her toned figure from years of training, her full lips, the way her hips swayed when she walked. But this? This was beyond anything he’d imagined, even in his wildest, most private fantasies. “I… I don’t know what to say. Is this really okay?”
Chichi smiled warmly, her expression reassuring. “It’s only okay if you’re okay with it, Gohan. I’d never push you into anything. But if you’re curious—if you want this—I’m here for you.”
Gohan swallowed hard, his teenage hormones kicking into overdrive. The idea was shocking, taboo, but undeniably thrilling. After a long moment, he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, Mom. If you’re sure… then yeah, I’d like that.”
Chichi’s face lit up, a mix of relief and excitement. “Good! We’ll take it slow, make it fun. You’ll see—it’ll be special.”
She stood up, her hands moving to the buttons of her blouse. “Want to help me undress?” she asked, her tone teasing.
Gohan scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking over the tray in his haste. “Uh, yeah—sure!” His fingers trembled as he reached for her blouse, fumbling with the buttons. One got stuck, and he tugged too hard, popping it loose with a soft ping as it hit the floor.
Chichi laughed, a bright, musical sound. “Careful, Gohan! Don’t rip my clothes off just yet—we’ve got time.”
“I can tell,” Chichi said with a wink, shrugging off the blouse to reveal a lacy black bra. She turned around. “Now, how about the bra?”
Gohan’s hands shook as he reached for the clasp, fumbling for a moment before it snapped open. Chichi let the bra fall, turning to face him. Her breasts were full and perky, her nipples already stiffening in the cool air.
Gohan stared, his mouth dry. “Mom, your tits—they’re amazing.”
Chichi giggled, cupping them playfully. “Thank you, sweetie. Want to touch them?”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Gohan reached out, his hands tentative at first as he cupped her breasts, feeling their weight and softness. He gave them a gentle squeeze, and Chichi let out a soft, approving moan. “That feels nice, Gohan. You can be a little rougher if you want.”
Emboldened, Gohan kneaded her tits more firmly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. They hardened further under his touch, and Chichi sighed, closing her eyes. “Mmm, yes, just like that. You’re a quick learner.”
They stayed like that for a few minutes, Gohan exploring her breasts with growing confidence. Then Chichi opened her eyes, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Your turn, big guy. Let’s see what you’re hiding under those clothes.”
Gohan blushed but complied, yanking off his shirt and kicking off his pants. He hesitated at his boxers, then pulled them down in one quick motion—only to trip slightly as they caught on his ankle. He stumbled, catching himself on the bed, and Chichi burst out laughing.
“Careful there, Gohan! Don’t hurt yourself before the fun starts!”
Gohan grinned sheepishly, righting himself. “Guess I’m a little too eager.”
His erection sprang free, thick and hard, and Chichi’s laughter faded into an appreciative hum. “Oh, Gohan, look at that dick—nice and big. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Gohan said, standing a little taller.
Chichi stepped out of her skirt and panties, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy, already glistening with arousal. She stood before him, naked and unashamed. “Like what you see?”
Gohan nodded dumbly. “Mom, you’re so sexy. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it,” Chichi said, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. She lay back, spreading her legs invitingly. “Come here, Gohan. Play with me however you want.”
Gohan climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs. His eyes locked onto her pussy, and he reached out, tracing her folds with a trembling finger. She was wet, warm, and he couldn’t resist exploring further.
“Can I… touch you more?” he asked, voice husky.
“Please do,” Chichi replied, her breath hitching as he brushed her clit. “Try rubbing there—my clit. It feels really good.”
Gohan circled the small nub with his finger, watching her face. Chichi moaned softly, her hips twitching. “Yes, that’s it. Keep going.”
He did, applying more pressure, and her moans grew louder. “Now, slide a finger inside,” she instructed, her voice thick with desire.
Gohan obeyed, slipping one finger into her pussy. It was tight, hot, and slick, and he marveled at the sensation. He moved it in and out, then added a second finger when she nodded. “Oh, Gohan, that’s perfect,” she gasped, her hips rocking against his hand.
He kept going, mesmerized by her reactions—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips. After a while, Chichi’s eyes fluttered open, locking onto his. “Ready for the next part? Want to fuck me, Gohan?”
His dick twitched at the words, and he nodded eagerly. “Yes, Mom. I really, really do.”
She smiled, guiding him closer. “Slow and steady, okay? I want you to enjoy every second.”
Chichi positioned his cock at her entrance, and Gohan pushed forward, groaning as her pussy enveloped him. “Oh, Mom, it’s so tight—so good,” he panted.
“Move, sweetie,” Chichi urged, wrapping her legs around him. “Find your rhythm.”
Gohan thrust experimentally, a bit clumsy at first, but he soon settled into a steady pace. Chichi moved with him, their bodies syncing up, the bed creaking softly beneath them. “Mom, this is incredible,” he groaned. “I never knew it’d feel like this.”
“You’re doing great, Gohan Hentai,” Chichi moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Keep fucking me just like that.”
They went on, lost in the rhythm, the heat building between them. Gohan tried different angles, earning louder moans from Chichi when he hit just the right spot. “Right there—oh, yes!” she cried, her nails digging into his back.
After what felt like ages of blissful connection, Gohan felt the pressure building. “Mom, I’m gonna cum soon,” he warned, his thrusts growing erratic.
“Cum inside me, Gohan,” Chichi said, her voice steady despite her own rising pleasure. “It’s okay—let go.”
With a final, deep thrust, Gohan came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed. He collapsed onto her, breathless, and Chichi held him close, stroking his sweat-damp hair. “You were amazing, sweetie. Such a good boy.”
Gohan lifted his head, kissing her softly. “Thanks, Mom. That was… the best reward ever.”
They lay there, tangled together, until Chichi nudged him with a grin. “Shower time, champ. Can’t stay sticky all day.”
In the shower, they washed each other, laughing as Gohan playfully flicked water at her. “Hey, no daydreaming!” Chichi teased, splashing him back. “Focus on the soap!”
“I can’t help it,” Gohan shot back, grinning. “I’m still thinking about how awesome that was.”
Clean and dry, they dressed, and Gohan turned to her with a hopeful look. “Can we do this again sometime, Mom?”
Chichi smirked, tapping his nose. “Keep those grades up, and we’ll see. Deal?”
“Deal!” Gohan laughed. “I’ll be the best student ever!”
“Our little secret, right?” Chichi added, her tone firm but fond.
“Always, Mom,” Gohan promised.
And so, Gohan’s hard work had earned him more than just good grades—it had unlocked an intimate, thrilling bond with Chichi, one that would keep him motivated for years to come.
