My Bad Blog

tried a different brush for this one, I really like it!

The serving spoon slips from your grasp onto the cooling stove, the warmth of the fresh awaiting food rising to your face as a shivery moan melts through your lips. You bite into your bottom lip to suppress your voice from carrying any further. There was so much of yourself you lose to him when he gets like this and from so little effort on his part as of late. But the outcome was such a thrill, the love so rewarding. Modest or otherwise, it was worth every second with your husband.

Now, however, was not the time.

"You want to do this now?" Falls from your trembling lips in a hushed whimper. The warmth around you couldn't match the heat pressed into your bare skin where Goku's nose was buried, nor his hot tongue dragging across the goosebumps in the crook of your neck. His form enlarged from his transformation was heavy with the scent of his training and pressed so close against your backside, he was not shy to show his eagerness to have you despite the circumstances. Already, his hand found itself between your legs and was stroking through the thin layer of your underwear to mess with your slit while his golden leer hangs over your shoulder watching you.

His smile grows across your skin, Goku delights. "You just smell especially good today." He answers in a gentle tone. As a matter of fact, since obtaining the Super Saiyan 4 form you have only ever smelled pleasing to him. So potent to his senses that if he weren't careful he could lose himself in it. Even surrounded by your beloved cooking, smothering you with his own scent felt necessary for your sake and his. It made his tail swing with joy. He can't help but feel excited about anything that got his blood pumping. There was no telling if he was drooling because of the freshly cooked food or the desire to bury himself inside your warmth. His vigorous fingers brushing over your clothed clit gave more intrigue to the latter.

"Y-You can't... keep doing this after you train with Vegeta." You feebly protested while showing no signs of defying the pleasure coursing through you. "Goten is-...he's right there Goku-" Your breath hitched at your underwear being stretched to the side to let his bear fingers spread the wet coating through your bloom. "-He's expecting his dinner a-any minute."

Your youngest son was just a wall away, a slip of a forbidden sound away, already seated at the dinner table and most likely too engrossed in his phone to mind your delay or Goku's powerful ki. To his discretion, Goten's been pretty adult about how openly affectionate you and Goku have been lately but he has experienced enough awkward encounters with you two in the build-up and aftermath of your "super saiyan relations". It comes with the territory of still living with one's parents, but your privacies are your own, and that caution prior to Goku's transformation was exercised very well. Goten was just thankful to not find you both in a manner that would scar him. But this was cutting it close. Almost a deliberate breach of trust on the unspoken agreement.

Obviously, none of you expected Goku to obtain this higher state of being or could you have predicted his interest in your body to become almost compulsive as a side effect, making this all the more difficult to be subtle. Let alone how handsomely the form suited him. There were no complaints from you when he favored your company at any given moment, yet the order of this chaos needed to be reestablished before Goten wandered in looking for his dinner.

—At least that was what you tried to do. It was too late to take back your willpower now, not with Goku's large fingers nestled deep inside your warmth and edging you closer to climax. You were fighting just to keep your voice inside your throat and breath at the same time. How the beastly saiyan husked in your ear as he humps his freed cock against your ass with his sharpened canines scratching your delicate skin made your legs weak. Right about now, Goku would have you powerless from absorbing that heavy ki of his and begging him to rough you up with those fangs, but thankfully his training has made him more guarded in the control of his ki.

It was his other senses that were drunk and loose to whatever felt good right now. You tilting your head back into him and exposing your neck and cleavage was no help. Hearing Goten's ringtone from the dining room was like a song of salvation to drive his impulses free. Once Goten was on that phone, he could waste hours in an oblivious spell talking on it. Goku knew he could be a little less careful and wasted no time then.

He leans his exposed chest against you and replaces his wet fingers with his strong cock, able to pick up the pace where his fingers left off. How much deeper he stretched your insides made you muffle a squeal with pursed lips. You had to adjust yourself as he was already making the most of opening you up, spreading your legs just a little wider to take his cock more comfortably. One of your hands fumbles across the stove to brace yourself only to knock the serving spoon onto the floor. Hoping that wouldn't draw any attention. Your other hand clasped over your mouth to mask your voice as lips alone was no longer enough.

You both took comfort in the inflections of Goten's voice sounding like he was stationary and engrossed in his phone call, none the wiser to what was going on just a few steps away. The suspense of it all was starting to get to you. Not that you want your son to see you like this, but with yours and Goku's blood pumping and affections so bold and forthcoming it made your heart race in the excitement. That you could lose yourself in your pleasure in spite of the consequences of getting caught fucking in the kitchen. Right now you should all be sitting at the dinner table eating like a family, you would be reprimanding Goten for using his phone at the table and warning Goku to chew his food before he chokes. Instead, you're trying to keep your voice behind your hand with your sweet spot being brushed against repeatedly, you're pressing your hips back into Goku to muffle the wet smack of his thrusts into you, and you want to cum so bad.

Sacrificing his own vigilance to fuck out his orgasm, Goku wraps his arms around your waist and quickens his pumps into your tight walls sucking in his cock. When he straightens, he practically lifts you off your feet and bounces you up and down his length to better meet his movements. With the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear and his tail wrapped around your thigh, it was impossible to see yourself anywhere but a place where he could be this wild and free with you, and you could let your body fall into the heat of bliss without shame. When Goku leans forward with you again you end up sinking under the pleasure. Both of you fucking to cum in this squatted position with his heated grunts filling the kitchen.

"Really? Sure, That'd be fun!... Yeah, I could make it with some time to spare." Goten's voice comes over the corner of the entrance before he suddenly appeared before your eyes. The lustful haze shatters and it all came to a frightening halt when your youngest wandered by the kitchen threshold. With his cell phone held up to his ear, it was the only blockage that spared his peripherals the sight of his parents' awkward position. You and Goku are frozen like gargoyles and wide, startled eyes staring down the entrance before Goten completely passed by with an ecstatic response to the other end of the call. You both watch as his voice doesn't seem to dwindle for the longest seconds of your life. It was then you hear his footsteps from further down the hall and he calls out to you.

"Hey mom, I gotta run out to meet someone! You can wrap my dinner up!" Goten announces from the front door of your home, then corrected himself to ask. "I-I mean, if it's okay? It's really important if I go right now! Or I'll miss a big opportunity! Please!" You can hear the excited rattling on the locks from here as if he was going to bolt out the door anyways. You took advantage of the opportunity, clearing your throat and fixing your voice to mimic a calm disposition.

"D-Don't be out too late, then. No excuses Goten!"

A joyful "yes!" and the front door opens and closes shut behind him. Both you and Goku huff out a sigh of relief. What a miracle.

Before he knew it, Goku then felt the wooden spoon whack him square between the eyes, clenched in your grasp with an annoyed expression present on your face. Forced to let you go and nurse the unexpected blow, you wiggle yourself free and stumble up onto your feet, turning to face him with an embarrassed glow on your cheeks. Or is that just the flush of lust still in them? "That was too close, Goku! You are getting out of hand!" You fussed, waving the spoon at him. He sinks down onto his bottom with a pained groan.

The serving spoon slips from your grasp onto the cooling stove, the warmth of the fresh awaiting food rising to your face as a shivery moan melts through your lips. You bite into your bottom lip to suppress your voice from carrying any further. There was so much of yourself you lose to him when he gets like this and from so little effort on his part as of late. But the outcome was such a thrill, the love so rewarding. Modest or otherwise, it was worth every second with your husband.

Now, however, was not the time.

"You want to do this now?" Falls from your trembling lips in a hushed whimper. The warmth around you couldn't match the heat pressed into your bare skin where Goku's nose was buried, nor his hot tongue dragging across the goosebumps in the crook of your neck. His form enlarged from his transformation was heavy with the scent of his training and pressed so close against your backside, he was not shy to show his eagerness to have you despite the circumstances. Already, his hand found itself between your legs and was stroking through the thin layer of your underwear to mess with your slit while his golden leer hangs over your shoulder watching you.

His smile grows across your skin, Goku delights. "You just smell especially good today." He answers in a gentle tone. As a matter of fact, since obtaining the Super Saiyan 4 form you have only ever smelled pleasing to him. So potent to his senses that if he weren't careful he could lose himself in it. Even surrounded by your beloved cooking, smothering you with his own scent felt necessary for your sake and his. It made his tail swing with joy. He can't help but feel excited about anything that got his blood pumping. There was no telling if he was drooling because of the freshly cooked food or the desire to bury himself inside your warmth. His vigorous fingers brushing over your clothed clit gave more intrigue to the latter.

"Y-You can't... keep doing this after you train with Vegeta." You feebly protested while showing no signs of defying the pleasure coursing through you. "Goten is-...he's right there Goku-" Your breath hitched at your underwear being stretched to the side to let his bear fingers spread the wet coating through your bloom. "-He's expecting his dinner a-any minute."

Your youngest son was just a wall away, a slip of a forbidden sound away, already seated at the dinner table and most likely too engrossed in his phone to mind your delay or Goku's powerful ki. To his discretion, Goten's been pretty adult about how openly affectionate you and Goku have been lately but he has experienced enough awkward encounters with you two in the build-up and aftermath of your "super saiyan relations". It comes with the territory of still living with one's parents, but your privacies are your own, and that caution prior to Goku's transformation was exercised very well. Goten was just thankful to not find you both in a manner that would scar him. But this was cutting it close. Almost a deliberate breach of trust on the unspoken agreement.

Obviously, none of you expected Goku to obtain this higher state of being or could you have predicted his interest in your body to become almost compulsive as a side effect, making this all the more difficult to be subtle. Let alone how handsomely the form suited him. There were no complaints from you when he favored your company at any given moment, yet the order of this chaos needed to be reestablished before Goten wandered in looking for his dinner.

—At least that was what you tried to do. It was too late to take back your willpower now, not with Goku's large fingers nestled deep inside your warmth and edging you closer to climax. You were fighting just to keep your voice inside your throat and breath at the same time. How the beastly saiyan husked in your ear as he humps his freed cock against your ass with his sharpened canines scratching your delicate skin made your legs weak. Right about now, Goku would have you powerless from absorbing that heavy ki of his and begging him to rough you up with those fangs, but thankfully his training has made him more guarded in the control of his ki.

It was his other senses that were drunk and loose to whatever felt good right now. You tilting your head back into him and exposing your neck and cleavage was no help. Hearing Goten's ringtone from the dining room was like a song of salvation to drive his impulses free. Once Goten was on that phone, he could waste hours in an oblivious spell talking on it. Goku knew he could be a little less careful and wasted no time then.

He leans his exposed chest against you and replaces his wet fingers with his strong cock, able to pick up the pace where his fingers left off. How much deeper he stretched your insides made you muffle a squeal with pursed lips. You had to adjust yourself as he was already making the most of opening you up, spreading your legs just a little wider to take his cock more comfortably. One of your hands fumbles across the stove to brace yourself only to knock the serving spoon onto the floor. Hoping that wouldn't draw any attention. Your other hand clasped over your mouth to mask your voice as lips alone was no longer enough.

You both took comfort in the inflections of Goten's voice sounding like he was stationary and engrossed in his phone call, none the wiser to what was going on just a few steps away. The suspense of it all was starting to get to you. Not that you want your son to see you like this, but with yours and Goku's blood pumping and affections so bold and forthcoming it made your heart race in the excitement. That you could lose yourself in your pleasure in spite of the consequences of getting caught fucking in the kitchen. Right now you should all be sitting at the dinner table eating like a family, you would be reprimanding Goten for using his phone at the table and warning Goku to chew his food before he chokes. Instead, you're trying to keep your voice behind your hand with your sweet spot being brushed against repeatedly, you're pressing your hips back into Goku to muffle the wet smack of his thrusts into you, and you want to cum so bad.

Sacrificing his own vigilance to fuck out his orgasm, Goku wraps his arms around your waist and quickens his pumps into your tight walls sucking in his cock. When he straightens, he practically lifts you off your feet and bounces you up and down his length to better meet his movements. With the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear and his tail wrapped around your thigh, it was impossible to see yourself anywhere but a place where he could be this wild and free with you, and you could let your body fall into the heat of bliss without shame. When Goku leans forward with you again you end up sinking under the pleasure. Both of you fucking to cum in this squatted position with his heated grunts filling the kitchen.

"Really? Sure, That'd be fun!... Yeah, I could make it with some time to spare." Goten's voice comes over the corner of the entrance before he suddenly appeared before your eyes. The lustful haze shatters and it all came to a frightening halt when your youngest wandered by the kitchen threshold. With his cell phone held up to his ear, it was the only blockage that spared his peripherals the sight of his parents' awkward position. You and Goku are frozen like gargoyles and wide, startled eyes staring down the entrance before Goten completely passed by with an ecstatic response to the other end of the call. You both watch as his voice doesn't seem to dwindle for the longest seconds of your life. It was then you hear his footsteps from further down the hall and he calls out to you.

"Hey mom, I gotta run out to meet someone! You can wrap my dinner up!" Goten announces from the front door of your home, then corrected himself to ask. "I-I mean, if it's okay? It's really important if I go right now! Or I'll miss a big opportunity! Please!" You can hear the excited rattling on the locks from here as if he was going to bolt out the door anyways. You took advantage of the opportunity, clearing your throat and fixing your voice to mimic a calm disposition.

"D-Don't be out too late, then. No excuses Goten!"

A joyful "yes!" and the front door opens and closes shut behind him. Both you and Goku huff out a sigh of relief. What a miracle.

Before he knew it, Goku then felt the wooden spoon whack him square between the eyes, clenched in your grasp with an annoyed expression present on your face. Forced to let you go and nurse the unexpected blow, you wiggle yourself free and stumble up onto your feet, turning to face him with an embarrassed glow on your cheeks. Or is that just the flush of lust still in them? "That was too close, Goku! You are getting out of hand!" You fussed, waving the spoon at him. He sinks down onto his bottom with a pained groan.