The sun hung high over the Son family's yard, casting long, warm rays across the training field where Gohan and Videl sparred together. From her place in the kitchen, Chichi watched them through the window, her eyes narrowed with a sharp, assessing gaze. She knew she shouldn't feel this way—jealous, possessive—but the sight of Videl, all smiles and laughter, training so closely with her son, made her blood simmer.

Chichi leaned against the counter, her figure framed by the soft afternoon light streaming through the window. Despite being in her late thirties, Chichi had maintained an incredible physique, a testament to her disciplined lifestyle and natural curves. She wore a tight, simple dress that hugged every inch of her thick, voluptuous body, the fabric straining to contain her abundant assets.

Her breasts were large, heavy, pushing against the neckline of her dress with every breath she took, but it was her lower half that truly demanded attention. Chichi's hips were wide and round, perfect child-bearing hips, the kind that made every step she took a mesmerizing display of sensual movement. Her ass was enormous—two massive, plump cheeks that jutted out behind her, the thick flesh straining against the fabric of her dress. It was the kind of ass that defied gravity, round and firm, with a delicious jiggle that couldn't be ignored.

Even now, as she moved around the kitchen, her dress rode up slightly, the hem barely covering the bottom curves of her ass. Every step made her booty jiggle and sway, the soft flesh rippling beneath the thin material. It was impossible not to notice, impossible not to be captivated by the sheer size and roundness of her cheeks.

Chichi knew the effect her body had on others. She could feel the eyes on her whenever she walked into a room, could see the way men's gazes lingered on her wide hips and massive ass. And while she had once dismissed it as a minor annoyance, lately, she'd started to appreciate it. Especially now, as she felt Videl's presence like a threat, trying to steal away her son the one man who mattered most to her.

She glanced back out the window, her eyes narrowing as she watched Videl throw a playful punch at Gohan, laughing as he caught her wrist effortlessly. The girl was wearing tight training shorts and a tank top, her slim figure on full display. Chichi's lips pressed into a thin line. Videl was young, fit, undeniably attractive—but she couldn't compare to Chichi's mature, full-bodied curves.

"This girl," Chichi muttered under her breath, turning away from the window and moving towards the door, her hips swaying with every step. "She thinks she can come in here and take him away from me?"

With a deep breath, Chichi stepped outside, the afternoon breeze catching the hem of her dress, lifting it just enough to reveal a teasing glimpse of her thick, dimpled thighs and the under-curve of her ass. She forced a bright smile onto her face as she approached the pair.

"Gohan, Videl!" she called out, waving a hand. Her voice was warm, but there was a sharp edge beneath the surface, a tension that hadn't been there before. "It's time for a break. I made some fresh lemonade."

Gohan looked up, his face lighting up at the sight of his mother. "Hey, Mom!" he called back, jogging over to her. His eyes flicked briefly down her body, lingering on the swell of her hips, the way her dress clung to her curves. He quickly looked away, but not before Chichi noticed, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips.

Videl followed close behind, her expression bright but with a glint of something almost smug in her eyes. "You really know how to spoil us, Chichi," Videl said, taking the glass of lemonade from her. She sipped it slowly, her gaze flicking between Chichi and Gohan, as if she were assessing the situation.

Chichi tilted her head, her smile widening as she placed a hand on her hip, cocking it to the side. The movement made her big ass jut out even more, the dress stretching tightly across the round, jiggling cheeks. She knew she looked good, and she wasn't about to let this girl think she had any kind of upper hand. "Well, I have to take care of my family," Chichi said pointedly, her gaze lingering on Gohan. "I wouldn't want anyone to forget where they belong."

Videl raised an eyebrow, clearly catching the implication. "Oh? And where would that be?"

"Right here," Chichi said sweetly, stepping closer to Gohan, pressing herself lightly against his side. She felt the solid strength of his body, the heat radiating off his skin. Her heart skipped a beat, and she ignored the way her breath hitched as she looked up at him. "With his family."

Gohan blinked, clearly confused by the sudden tension between the two women. "Mom, it's just training," he said gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she leaned into it, feeling the warmth of his fingers through the thin fabric of her dress.

Videl's eyes narrowed slightly, and she gave Chichi a tight smile. "Well, I appreciate all the help Gohan's been giving me," she said lightly, her tone edged with challenge. "He's an amazing teacher."

"Oh, I'm sure he is," Chichi replied, her voice dripping with sweetness. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair back from Gohan's forehead, her fingers lingering just a second too long. "He's always been such a good boy."

Gohan shifted, clearly uncomfortable, but he didn't pull away. "Mom, you don't have to worry about me," he said, his voice filled with a soft, earnest affection that made Chichi's chest tighten. "I'm just helping Videl get stronger."

Chichi's eyes flashed, and she gave Videl a look that could cut glass. "I'm sure she appreciates it," she said, her voice laced with something darker. "But don't forget, sweetie—you have other responsibilities too."

Videl raised her hands in mock surrender, giving a playful laugh. "Alright, alright. I'll back off," she said, but the smile she gave Chichi was anything but friendly.

As Videl turned and walked away, Chichi watched her go, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She could feel Gohan's gaze on her, his brow furrowed with concern, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. Not yet.

"You're acting strange, Mom," Gohan said, stepping closer, his hand resting lightly on her back. His fingers brushed against the curve of her large ass, and Chichi's breath caught in her throat. He didn't seem to realize what he was doing, the innocent touch sending a bolt of heat straight to her core.

"I'm just worried about you," Chichi said quietly, turning to look up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and something she couldn't name. "You're spending so much time with her."

Gohan's expression softened, and he pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her, pressing her against his chest. Chichi melted into the embrace, feeling the solid, comforting weight of him, the way his body seemed to fit perfectly against hers.

"I'll always be here for you, Mom," he murmured into her hair. "You don't have to worry."

Chichi closed her eyes, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her lips as she pressed herself closer,

The days that followed felt like an endless tug-of-war, with Gohan caught in the middle. Chichi could see it every time she looked out into the yard—Videl laughing, her hand resting casually on Gohan's arm, her eyes sparkling with that confident, flirtatious glint. It was like the girl had made it her mission to stake her claim, to carve out her place in his life, and Chichi wasn't having it.

Today was no different. Chichi stood on the porch, her arms folded across her chest, watching as Gohan and Videl sparred together under the afternoon sun. Gohan's shirt clung to his body, soaked with sweat, outlining every hard line of his muscles. He moved with a fluid grace, dodging Videl's attacks effortlessly, his expression focused yet kind.

Chichi bit her lip, her fingers tapping impatiently against her arm. She could feel the simmering heat of jealousy bubbling up inside her, but there was something else too—something darker, deeper. It was a strange, possessive need that she hadn't felt before, a primal urge to pull Gohan away from Videl, to keep him all to herself.

"Mom, is everything okay?" Gohan's voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her back to the present. He was standing in front of her now, wiping sweat from his brow, his brow creased with concern.

Chichi forced a smile, shaking her head. "I'm fine, sweetie," she said softly. Her eyes drifted over his body, taking in the sight of his toned chest, the way his muscles rippled under his sweat-dampened shirt. He had grown so much, become so strong. It made her heart swell with pride, but it also made her ache with a need she couldn't fully understand.

"Are you sure?" Gohan asked, stepping closer. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and comforting. Chichi shivered, feeling the heat of his palm seep through the thin fabric of her dress. It was such a simple gesture, but it felt like electricity sparking under her skin.

"I'm sure," she murmured, her voice quieter now. Her gaze lingered on his hand, the strong fingers curled around her shoulder, the way they seemed to fit there so perfectly. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the rush of heat pooling low in her belly. This was wrong. He was her son. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

Videl's laughter cut through the moment, sharp and grating. She was standing a few feet away, watching them with a small, amused smile on her lips. "You're such a mama's boy, Gohan," she teased, her tone light but edged with something sharper.

Chichi's smile tightened, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Videl. "There's nothing wrong with a boy being close to his mother," she said sweetly, stepping closer to Gohan, pressing herself lightly against his side. She knew exactly what she was doing. She could feel the way his body stiffened slightly, the way his breath hitched as her massive breasts brushed against his arm. It was a subtle movement, but it was enough to make her heart race, to feel a thrill of satisfaction.

Videl raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the shift in the air. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back on one hip. "I guess not," she said lightly, though there was a sharp edge to her smile. "But don't you think Gohan's a little old for that?"

Chichi's eyes flashed, and she let out a soft, mocking laugh. "You'd be surprised how close we are," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Gohan blinked, clearly confused by the sudden tension between the two women. He looked down at his mother, then back at Videl, his brow furrowed. "Uh, yeah, I guess so," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Mom and I have always been close."

Videl's smile faltered, and she glanced away, a flicker of irritation passing over her face. Chichi felt a surge of triumph, a small, satisfied smirk curling her lips. It was petty, she knew, but she couldn't help it. This was her territory, her family, and she wasn't about to let some girl come in and take what was hers.

"Anyway," Videl said, her tone lighter now, though Chichi could hear the strain beneath it. "We should get back to training. Gohan promised to help me perfect my ki blast."

Chichi's smirk widened, and she stepped even closer to Gohan, her body pressing fully against his side now. She could feel the hard lines of his chest against her soft curves, the way her large breasts pressed into his arm, the heat radiating off his skin. "Oh, I'm sure he did," she said lightly, her voice dripping with a sweetness that bordered on sarcasm. "But don't you think he deserves a break? He's been working so hard."

Videl hesitated, her eyes flicking between Gohan and Chichi. "I... I guess we could take a short break," she said reluctantly, clearly unhappy with the suggestion.

"Great," Chichi said, beaming up at Gohan. "Why don't you come inside and cool off, sweetie? I made your favorite snack."

Gohan hesitated, glancing at Videl, clearly torn. "Are you sure, Mom?" he asked. "I don't want to leave Videl hanging."

Chichi's smile softened, and she reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing over his skin in a gentle, almost intimate gesture. "She'll be fine," she said softly. "I just want to spend a little time with you. Is that too much to ask?"

Gohan's eyes softened, and he nodded, giving her a small smile. "Of course not, Mom," he said. He turned to Videl, giving her an apologetic look. "I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

Videl's smile was strained, and she nodded. "Sure," she said, though her eyes flicked to Chichi, filled with something that looked a lot like frustration. "Take your time."

As Gohan turned and followed Chichi into the house, Chichi couldn't help the triumphant smile that spread across her lips. She had won this round, but she knew it was only the beginning. The jealousy and possessiveness she felt weren't going away. They were only growing stronger, feeding on every touch, every glance, every shared moment.

She led Gohan into the kitchen, her hips swaying with every step, her fat ass jiggling with the movement. The thin fabric of her dress clung to her curves, outlining the thick, round cheeks that bounced with each step. She knew he was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, the way his gaze lingered on her wide hips, the swell of her booty.

"Sit down, sweetie," she said softly, gesturing to the chair. She leaned over the counter, making sure to arch her back, letting her dress ride up just enough to give him a teasing glimpse of the thick, dimpled flesh of her thighs, the bottom curve of her ass peeking out.

Gohan swallowed hard, his eyes flicking away quickly, his cheeks tinged with a light blush. "Thanks, Mom," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Chichi smiled to herself, pouring him a glass of lemonade. She set it down in front of him, leaning in close, her massive breasts brushing against his arm as she did. She could feel the heat of his skin, the way his breath hitched slightly at the contact.

"You've been working so hard," she murmured, her voice low and sweet. "I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself."

Gohan looked up at her, his dark eyes wide, almost vulnerable. "I am, Mom," he said quietly. "You don't have to worry about me."

Chichi's smile softened, and she reached up to cup his cheek again, her thumb brushing over his skin. "I know," she said softly. "But I can't help it. You're my baby."

He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment, and Chichi felt her heart swell with a fierce, possessive love. He was hers. He had always been hers, and she wasn't going to let anyone take him away.

Not Videl. Not anyone.

A few weeks later.

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the Son family yard. The air was thick with the scent of summer grass, a warm breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. Gohan had just finished his training session with Videl, and he could feel the pleasant ache in his muscles, a testament to the hard work they'd put in. Videl had left a few moments earlier, waving a quick goodbye with a promise to return tomorrow. Gohan watched her go, feeling a strange mix of relief and uncertainty.

He knew something wasn't right. There had been an undercurrent of tension between his mother and Videl for weeks now, something sharp and unspoken that he couldn't quite put his finger on. And lately, Chichi had been... different. More possessive, more intense, her touches lingering a little longer than they used to, her smiles edged with something he didn't understand.

As he turned back towards the house, he saw Chichi standing on the porch, her figure framed by the soft glow of the setting sun. She looked beautiful, her dark hair cascading down her back, the simple dress she wore hugging every curve of her thick, voluptuous body. Gohan couldn't help but notice how the fabric clung to her hips, how it outlined the swell of her massive ass, the way her full breasts strained against the neckline.

He swallowed hard, quickly looking away. He shouldn't be noticing these things—she was his mother, after all. But lately, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the way she looked, the way his body reacted to her without his permission.

"Sweetie," Chichi called out, her voice soft and warm. "Come here for a minute."

Gohan hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, his brow furrowed with confusion. "What's up, Mom?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Chichi's smile widened, and she stepped down from the porch, moving towards him with a slow, deliberate grace. Her hips swayed with every step, her massive booty cheeks jiggling slightly, the thin fabric of her dress riding up just enough to tease the bottom curves of her ass. She could see the way Gohan's eyes flicked down, lingering on her body for a second before he quickly looked away, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

"I was just thinking," Chichi said, stopping in front of him, her voice low and sweet. "You've been working so hard lately, training Videl every day. You deserve a little break, don't you think?"

Gohan blinked, surprised by her words. "I guess so," he said slowly. "But Videl really wants to get stronger, and I promised I'd help her."

Chichi's smile tightened, and she reached out, placing a hand on his chest. Her fingers splayed across the hard, defined muscles, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. "You're always so eager to help everyone else," she murmured, her voice laced with something darker. "But what about me, Gohan? Don't you think I deserve a little attention too?"

Gohan's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he looked down at her. "Mom, what are you...?" He trailed off, his voice faltering as her hand slid lower, tracing the lines of his abs, lingering just above the waistband of his pants.

Chichi stepped closer, pressing her body against his, her massive breasts squishing against his chest. She tilted her head up, looking into his eyes, her gaze intense and filled with a raw, possessive need. "You've been spending so much time with Videl," she whispered, her lips barely an inch from his. "I've missed you, sweetie."

Gohan felt a rush of heat flood his body, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the softness of her curves pressed against him, the way her hips fit perfectly against his. It was too close, too intimate, and yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away. His hands hovered uncertainly at his sides, his mind racing, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Mom, I..." He swallowed hard, his voice barely more than a whisper. "This feels..."

"Feels what?" Chichi asked, her voice a low purr. She reached up, cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing over his lips. "Wrong? Or does it feel good?"

Gohan's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a shiver running down his spine. It did feel good—too good. He couldn't deny the way his body responded to her, the way his cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of his pants, straining against the confines. He bit back a groan, trying to ignore the rush of desire that flooded his senses.

Chichi's smile turned triumphant, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "You don't have to hold back, sweetheart," she whispered. "It's just us. You can tell me what you're feeling."

He let out a shuddering breath, his hands finally moving to grip her hips, his fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh. "Mom, this isn't... I shouldn't..." His voice was strained, filled with confusion and need.

Chichi pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him. Her eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that mirrored his own. "But you want to, don't you?" she whispered. She reached down, pressing her palm against the hard bulge in his pants, giving it a light squeeze. Gohan sucked in a sharp breath, his knees almost buckling at the sensation. "Look at how hard you are for me," she murmured, her voice filled with awe and something darker. "I've never seen you like this before."

Gohan's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands tightening on her hips. He could feel the softness of her ass pressing against his thighs, the way her thick booty cheeks spread slightly under his grip. It felt incredible, better than anything he'd ever imagined, and he couldn't stop the groan that slipped from his lips.

"Mom, please," he choked out, his voice filled with desperation. "This is... we shouldn't..."

Chichi's smile softened, but there was a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Shh," she murmured, pressing a finger to his lips. "It's okay, sweetie. You don't have to be scared. I'm here for you."

She stepped back slightly, her hands sliding down his chest, over his abs, until they reached the waistband of his pants. She paused, looking up at him, her expression filled with a quiet, almost reverent desire. "Let me take care of you," she whispered. "You've worked so hard. You deserve this."

Gohan's resolve crumbled under the weight of her words, the heat of her touch, the intensity of her gaze. He could feel his control slipping away, drowned out by the overwhelming need that coursed through his veins. "Mom..." he whispered, his voice a broken plea.

Chichi's eyes softened, and she leaned up, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his lips. It was sweet, almost innocent, but it was enough to make Gohan's head spin. He kissed her back, hesitantly at first, then with growing desperation, his hands sliding down to cup her massive ass, squeezing the thick, jiggling flesh.

She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against his, her hands working quickly to unbutton his pants. "That's it," she whispered against his lips. "Let go, sweetie. I'm going to make you feel so good."

And as she pulled back, looking up at him with a smile filled with both love and desire, Gohan knew there was no turning back.

This was the point of no return.