Fanfic: One-Hand Feel On The Steering Wheel, Sam/Dean/Young!Mary
Title: One-Hand Feel On The Steering Wheel
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean/young!Mary
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,700
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any characters.
Summary: It's yet another long car ride for the Winchesters. Might as well make it fun. PWP.
Warnings: Graphic incestuous threesome porn. Dirty talk. No explanations or plot. Incest kink.
Beta: Dearlingest, darlingest riveryklown
Notes: Companion fic to Turn This Car Around, but it's not at all necessary to read that first. cherie_morte and scorpiod1 wouldn't leave me alone. I hope your vagina breaks again. :P
Sam stuffed the last large box into the backseat and was about to close the door when he heard, “So where am I supposed to sit?” His mother leaned against the car, smiling at him questioningly. He clicked his jaw for a second. It had been a while, but there were times when he still forgot that there were three of them now, and he stared at the backseat, trying to figure out how to move Bobby’s packages.
“She can sit between us,” Dean said, pulling the car keys out of his jacket pocket. “We’ve gotta get going if we wanna be in South Dakota by nightfall.”
Mary slid into the car and Sam followed, closing the door behind him. She snuggled up next to Sam and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as Dean turned the music on and they hit the road.
They had been driving for only a half hour before Mary started to snooze against him. Sam smiled down at her, stroking her blond curls away from her face and kissing her forehead. She stirred, tilting her head up for another kiss, pressing into his lips. Over her head, Sam caught Dean’s eye and his older brother winked at him.
His hands held on to Mary’s waist, her soft hands wrapped around his neck. She was so small in his grip, but he knew there was a lot of strength hiding in that body. Her lips trailed his jaw as he said, “Someone might see us.”
“Who’s gonna see us?” She turned to Dean, frowning. “Are you gonna let someone see us?”
He shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
She grinned expectantly at Sam until he could do nothing but kiss her, holding her close. Moving into his lap, Mary sucked on his neck and Sam’s hands roamed to feel her soft skin. At first, she had been frustrated and angry at how much time they spent in the car, moving from place to place. Sam assumed it was just a mother thing to find ways to entertain them during long car trips.
Sliding down, she settled between his legs in the footwell, reaching for the zipper of his jeans. Sam bit his bottom lip, spreading his thighs wider as she pulled him out of his boxers. To Sam’s left, Dean made a little noise of need, watching their young mother on her knees. Sam grinned. “Eyes on the road, Dean. You promised you wouldn’t let anyone see us.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Bitch.”
He moaned as Mary wrapped her small hand around him. “Jerk.”
“Boys, play nice,” Mary said, then licked the underside of Sam’s erection. He groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as she jerked him off, licking the head and sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. When Sam looked over at Dean, he could see his brother deftly avoiding any bumps in the road, making a mental note to thank him when he wasn’t otherwise occupied.
Mary opened her mouth, taking Sam’s hard cock in slowly. She jerked the base as she swallowed more of him into her mouth. Sucking him in deep, she focused on the base of nerves underneath the head, making him groan. “Mom, yes…”
Sam looked down at her and she caught his eye. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her full lips stretched around his dick, pupils of her blue eyes blown wide with lust as she tried to fit more of him into her mouth. Reaching down, Sam grazed his fingers against her check, feeling himself inside her mouth.
Dean whimpered and Sam knew he was watching them. “Fuck, Sammy,” he said, shaking his head. “Can she take you deeper?”
Rolling her eyes, Mary inched her mouth further until Sam swore that he was touching the back of her throat. He took a long, shuddering breath, then tugged on her arm. “C’mon, Mom.”
She pulled back slowly, then climbed back on his lap, kissing him slowly and pressing down on his erection. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he pulled it off and dropped it on the seat. Her pale skin was like a beacon and he kissed and licked at every bare part, running his hands over her, cupping her breasts in his large hands.
Smiling, she kissed him tenderly, then leaned over and did the same to Dean. “You shouldn’t distract him,” Sam said against her neck, dragging his teeth against her skin.
Dean rolled his eyes, but Mary giggled, petting Sam’s hair away from his face. “Jealous, Sammy?” She pressed down on him, rolling her hips against his, whispering, “You want Mommy’s attention all to yourself?”
The buttons of her jeans opened easily under her fingers, and Sam licked his lips. Holding her head gently, he kissed her deeply as she pushed her pants onto the floor. She pulled back playfully, stroking Sam back to full hardness. “We really can’t leave your brother out,” she said, smirking at Dean. “You wanna help?”
Leaving one hand on the wheel, Dean reached over, rubbing her ass and then slowly pulling her wet panties down her legs. He pushed a finger into her gently, listening to her soft moan. Grinning, Sam pushed in one of his digits as well, both of them fingering her simultaneously.
Dean removed his fingers, letting Sam take over as he reached around Mary to grab a condom out of the glove compartment. After ripping open the wrapper with his teeth, he rolled it down Sam’s cock, jacking his brother off quickly.
Turning around on Sam’s lap, Mary leaned back against her son, sinking down until he was inside her. He kissed the back of her neck as she got used to being filled so tightly. “Feel so good, Sammy. So big,” she murmured as he kissed behind the back of her ear.
When he was sure she was okay, Sam started pumping his hips, pressing deeply inside her and making her whimper. His arms wrapped around her, a hand fondling each of her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples and rolling them between his fingers.
Sam was panting so hard, he almost didn’t hear Dean say, “You look so good in her, Sam. Looks like you’re about to split her in two. How’s it feel, Mom? He feels good, huh?” His voice was hoarse, flush rising high on his cheeks as he watched them.
“He’s so big. Don’t know how you do it,” she said, stretching out and leaning her head against Dean’s shoulder, panting against his neck. Reaching down, she rubbed him through his jeans as he pushed up into her hand.
Holding her hips, Sam pushed into her harder, bottoming out on each thrust. “Dean likes it rough,” he said in her ear. “Likes it when I bend him over and give it to him hard.”
“Yeah?” Mary smiled widely, stroking the tense muscles of Dean’s neck as Sam fucked her slowly. “I wanna watch that. Wanna see Sammy inside you. Let him fuck you tonight, Dean? For me?”
“Of course, Mom,” he said, adjusting himself in his jeans.
Mary moaned as Sam started fucking into her harder, grabbing his arms. She leaned her head back against him, and he kissed her slowly in contrast to his quickening pace inside of her. “Sammy,” she said breathlessly. “More.”
One arm wrapped around her waist, Sam thrust up into her deeply, listening to her sigh each time he bottomed out inside her. Looking over, he caught Dean’s eye and grinned. “Watch the road, Dean,” he said, reaching over and pulling out his brother’s dick in a practiced motion.
Groaning, Dean pushed up into Sam’s large hand, eyes closing. “Fuck yeah, Sammy.”
“If you don’t drive, I’m not gonna do this. Gonna drop you off at the motel room, tie you up and fuck Mom over and over while you watch.”
Mary grinned. “Open your eyes, Dean.”
His green eyes flew open and he stared straight ahead, veins in his neck standing out from the stress and need as he continued to buck up into Sam’s hand. Sam held on to Mary tightly, matching his brother’s bruising pace. They fucked in unison, Mary riding Sam hard.
There was a hitch in Dean’s throat and Sam felt him tense. “You gonna come already, Dean? Gonna come all over me and Mom?”
“Come on, baby,” Mary said softly. “Come for Sammy.” He was always good at doing exactly what his mom told him and came hard all over Sam’s hand and the dash of his car, hips jerking off the seat as he cursed. Sam stroked him down from his high as Dean fought to keep the car straight, and Mary ran her hand through his hair. “That’s my boy.”
She took Sam’s hand from around Dean’s spent erection, pulling it into her mouth to lick and suck the come off his long fingers. Sam groaned against the back of her head, moving both his hands back to her breasts, holding them tightly as he fucked up in to her harder and faster than before. He stayed deep inside her as he came, biting into her shoulder to stop from yelling out in pleasure.
Still moving on top of him, Mary begged, “Don’t stop. Please…”
Sam continued to fuck into her, whispering, “I won’t, Mom. You feel so good. Love being inside you.”
“I wanna see you come,” Dean said, reaching over and tracing his fingers over where Sam was still joined inside her. She whimpered at the touch, then sighed loudly as he thumbed her clit repeatedly. “Let’s go, Mom, scream for us.”
Closing her eyes, Mary focused on the pleasure radiating through her body from Dean’s hands and Sam’s dick still inside her. “Yes…yes…YES!” she yelled, contracting around Sam as she orgasmed, head thrown back in pleasure. Sam kissed the long column of her neck and Dean pressed his lips to the top of her head.
No one spoke for a few minutes as she climbed off Sam, curling up between them. “We don’t have to go to Bobby’s tonight, do we?”
They exchanged a look over her head, Sam shaking his. “No.”
“Definitely not.”
Smiling, she took one of their hands in each of hers. “Good.”
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean/young!Mary
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,700
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any characters.
Summary: It's yet another long car ride for the Winchesters. Might as well make it fun. PWP.
Warnings: Graphic incestuous threesome porn. Dirty talk. No explanations or plot. Incest kink.
Beta: Dearlingest, darlingest riveryklown
Notes: Companion fic to Turn This Car Around, but it's not at all necessary to read that first. cherie_morte and scorpiod1 wouldn't leave me alone. I hope your vagina breaks again. :P
Sam stuffed the last large box into the backseat and was about to close the door when he heard, “So where am I supposed to sit?” His mother leaned against the car, smiling at him questioningly. He clicked his jaw for a second. It had been a while, but there were times when he still forgot that there were three of them now, and he stared at the backseat, trying to figure out how to move Bobby’s packages.
“She can sit between us,” Dean said, pulling the car keys out of his jacket pocket. “We’ve gotta get going if we wanna be in South Dakota by nightfall.”
Mary slid into the car and Sam followed, closing the door behind him. She snuggled up next to Sam and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as Dean turned the music on and they hit the road.
They had been driving for only a half hour before Mary started to snooze against him. Sam smiled down at her, stroking her blond curls away from her face and kissing her forehead. She stirred, tilting her head up for another kiss, pressing into his lips. Over her head, Sam caught Dean’s eye and his older brother winked at him.
His hands held on to Mary’s waist, her soft hands wrapped around his neck. She was so small in his grip, but he knew there was a lot of strength hiding in that body. Her lips trailed his jaw as he said, “Someone might see us.”
“Who’s gonna see us?” She turned to Dean, frowning. “Are you gonna let someone see us?”
He shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
She grinned expectantly at Sam until he could do nothing but kiss her, holding her close. Moving into his lap, Mary sucked on his neck and Sam’s hands roamed to feel her soft skin. At first, she had been frustrated and angry at how much time they spent in the car, moving from place to place. Sam assumed it was just a mother thing to find ways to entertain them during long car trips.
Sliding down, she settled between his legs in the footwell, reaching for the zipper of his jeans. Sam bit his bottom lip, spreading his thighs wider as she pulled him out of his boxers. To Sam’s left, Dean made a little noise of need, watching their young mother on her knees. Sam grinned. “Eyes on the road, Dean. You promised you wouldn’t let anyone see us.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Bitch.”
He moaned as Mary wrapped her small hand around him. “Jerk.”
“Boys, play nice,” Mary said, then licked the underside of Sam’s erection. He groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as she jerked him off, licking the head and sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. When Sam looked over at Dean, he could see his brother deftly avoiding any bumps in the road, making a mental note to thank him when he wasn’t otherwise occupied.
Mary opened her mouth, taking Sam’s hard cock in slowly. She jerked the base as she swallowed more of him into her mouth. Sucking him in deep, she focused on the base of nerves underneath the head, making him groan. “Mom, yes…”
Sam looked down at her and she caught his eye. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her full lips stretched around his dick, pupils of her blue eyes blown wide with lust as she tried to fit more of him into her mouth. Reaching down, Sam grazed his fingers against her check, feeling himself inside her mouth.
Dean whimpered and Sam knew he was watching them. “Fuck, Sammy,” he said, shaking his head. “Can she take you deeper?”
Rolling her eyes, Mary inched her mouth further until Sam swore that he was touching the back of her throat. He took a long, shuddering breath, then tugged on her arm. “C’mon, Mom.”
She pulled back slowly, then climbed back on his lap, kissing him slowly and pressing down on his erection. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, he pulled it off and dropped it on the seat. Her pale skin was like a beacon and he kissed and licked at every bare part, running his hands over her, cupping her breasts in his large hands.
Smiling, she kissed him tenderly, then leaned over and did the same to Dean. “You shouldn’t distract him,” Sam said against her neck, dragging his teeth against her skin.
Dean rolled his eyes, but Mary giggled, petting Sam’s hair away from his face. “Jealous, Sammy?” She pressed down on him, rolling her hips against his, whispering, “You want Mommy’s attention all to yourself?”
The buttons of her jeans opened easily under her fingers, and Sam licked his lips. Holding her head gently, he kissed her deeply as she pushed her pants onto the floor. She pulled back playfully, stroking Sam back to full hardness. “We really can’t leave your brother out,” she said, smirking at Dean. “You wanna help?”
Leaving one hand on the wheel, Dean reached over, rubbing her ass and then slowly pulling her wet panties down her legs. He pushed a finger into her gently, listening to her soft moan. Grinning, Sam pushed in one of his digits as well, both of them fingering her simultaneously.
Dean removed his fingers, letting Sam take over as he reached around Mary to grab a condom out of the glove compartment. After ripping open the wrapper with his teeth, he rolled it down Sam’s cock, jacking his brother off quickly.
Turning around on Sam’s lap, Mary leaned back against her son, sinking down until he was inside her. He kissed the back of her neck as she got used to being filled so tightly. “Feel so good, Sammy. So big,” she murmured as he kissed behind the back of her ear.
When he was sure she was okay, Sam started pumping his hips, pressing deeply inside her and making her whimper. His arms wrapped around her, a hand fondling each of her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples and rolling them between his fingers.
Sam was panting so hard, he almost didn’t hear Dean say, “You look so good in her, Sam. Looks like you’re about to split her in two. How’s it feel, Mom? He feels good, huh?” His voice was hoarse, flush rising high on his cheeks as he watched them.
“He’s so big. Don’t know how you do it,” she said, stretching out and leaning her head against Dean’s shoulder, panting against his neck. Reaching down, she rubbed him through his jeans as he pushed up into her hand.
Holding her hips, Sam pushed into her harder, bottoming out on each thrust. “Dean likes it rough,” he said in her ear. “Likes it when I bend him over and give it to him hard.”
“Yeah?” Mary smiled widely, stroking the tense muscles of Dean’s neck as Sam fucked her slowly. “I wanna watch that. Wanna see Sammy inside you. Let him fuck you tonight, Dean? For me?”
“Of course, Mom,” he said, adjusting himself in his jeans.
Mary moaned as Sam started fucking into her harder, grabbing his arms. She leaned her head back against him, and he kissed her slowly in contrast to his quickening pace inside of her. “Sammy,” she said breathlessly. “More.”
One arm wrapped around her waist, Sam thrust up into her deeply, listening to her sigh each time he bottomed out inside her. Looking over, he caught Dean’s eye and grinned. “Watch the road, Dean,” he said, reaching over and pulling out his brother’s dick in a practiced motion.
Groaning, Dean pushed up into Sam’s large hand, eyes closing. “Fuck yeah, Sammy.”
“If you don’t drive, I’m not gonna do this. Gonna drop you off at the motel room, tie you up and fuck Mom over and over while you watch.”
Mary grinned. “Open your eyes, Dean.”
His green eyes flew open and he stared straight ahead, veins in his neck standing out from the stress and need as he continued to buck up into Sam’s hand. Sam held on to Mary tightly, matching his brother’s bruising pace. They fucked in unison, Mary riding Sam hard.
There was a hitch in Dean’s throat and Sam felt him tense. “You gonna come already, Dean? Gonna come all over me and Mom?”
“Come on, baby,” Mary said softly. “Come for Sammy.” He was always good at doing exactly what his mom told him and came hard all over Sam’s hand and the dash of his car, hips jerking off the seat as he cursed. Sam stroked him down from his high as Dean fought to keep the car straight, and Mary ran her hand through his hair. “That’s my boy.”
She took Sam’s hand from around Dean’s spent erection, pulling it into her mouth to lick and suck the come off his long fingers. Sam groaned against the back of her head, moving both his hands back to her breasts, holding them tightly as he fucked up in to her harder and faster than before. He stayed deep inside her as he came, biting into her shoulder to stop from yelling out in pleasure.
Still moving on top of him, Mary begged, “Don’t stop. Please…”
Sam continued to fuck into her, whispering, “I won’t, Mom. You feel so good. Love being inside you.”
“I wanna see you come,” Dean said, reaching over and tracing his fingers over where Sam was still joined inside her. She whimpered at the touch, then sighed loudly as he thumbed her clit repeatedly. “Let’s go, Mom, scream for us.”
Closing her eyes, Mary focused on the pleasure radiating through her body from Dean’s hands and Sam’s dick still inside her. “Yes…yes…YES!” she yelled, contracting around Sam as she orgasmed, head thrown back in pleasure. Sam kissed the long column of her neck and Dean pressed his lips to the top of her head.
No one spoke for a few minutes as she climbed off Sam, curling up between them. “We don’t have to go to Bobby’s tonight, do we?”
They exchanged a look over her head, Sam shaking his. “No.”
“Definitely not.”
Smiling, she took one of their hands in each of hers. “Good.”