Fanfic: Turn This Car Around, Sam/Dean/young!Mary
Title: Turn This Car Around
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean/young!Mary
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,500
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any characters.
Summary: Dean and Mary have a plan. Sometimes, Sam really loves his family. PWP.
Warnings: Graphic incestuous threesome porn. Dirty talk. No explanations or plot. Elisa enabled, so that's never a good sign.
Beta: bridget_x_alena
Notes: cherie_morte wanted Sam/Dean/Mary carporn. Now I'm mostly posting it just to torture her. And to get me some amulet!porn.
Dean couldn’t even pretend to be surprised when Mary stopped him from climbing into the front seat. She looked up at him with those huge, blue doe eyes, face the picture of perfect innocence even if he knew the rest of her was not. “Dean, do you mind if I sit in the front?”
Even if it hadn’t been his idea, he wouldn’t have been able to deny her. She was always his mother, whether she had actually given birth to him yet or not. “No, it’s cool.” He winked at her and climbed in the back, not bothering to put on his seatbelt. It had been a long time since he’d been back here. It had a different view of everything.
After turning in the room key, Sam got into the driver’s seat, not seeming very surprised to see his young mother lounging across the bench seat. There wasn’t much conversation as Sam pulled the car out of town and onto the long stretch of highway. Scooting closer to the front, Dean crossed his forearms on top of the bench seat, making sure he had a perfect view and then winking at Mary.
She winked back, then said, “Sammy, you’re a good driver, right?”
“I guess.” He shrugged. “Dean wouldn’t let me drive if I wasn’t.”
“Good.” She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, moving closer to him and kissing his neck slowly. Dean could see Sam swallowing hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
Sam turned slightly to raise an eyebrow at Dean, who didn’t give anything away. “I could pull over…?”
“Don’t,” he said huskily. “Keep going.”
He seemed to relax at Dean’s permission, turning his head towards Mary as she kissed her way to his mouth. Dean licked his lips as he watched his mother devour his brother’s mouth, already growing hard in his pants. Groaning, Sam pulled away after a few seconds. “I’ve got to watch the road,” he said breathlessly.
“That’s okay, baby,” Mary said. “You just pay attention to that.” There was no further discussion as she reached down and started working on getting Sam’s jeans open. Sam cursed under his breath, but made no move to stop her. From the backseat, Dean watched carefully as Mary pulled Sam’s quickly hardening cock out of his pants, his own mouth watering as he remembered what it was like to have his mouth so full, jaw aching for hours afterwards.
Sam groaned, opening his legs wider as Mary licked the darkening head slowly. Cupping his bulge through his jeans, Dean said, “Yeah, Mom, like that. Nice and slow, he likes it like that.” She did as she was told, fingers working down the buttons of her shirt.
He could see Sam swelling against her lips, knew how big his brother could get. “Suck him. Can you do it? Does he fit?” Mary smirked, then opened her mouth wider than Dean would have thought, causing both of her boys to groan simultaneously.
Hands tightening against the wheel, a bead of sweat dripped down Sam’s neck and Dean just had to catch it with his tongue. “You like that, Sammy? You like Mom sucking you off?” Sam nodded as Dean bit gently at the back of his neck. “Yeah, God, her mouth. Look at those lips.”
Running his hand down Mary’s head, Sam said, “Think you got your mouth from her, Dean.” And wasn’t that just a little bit too much of a turn on. Dean unbuttoned his jeans, giving his erection some freedom.
Mary moved onto her knees, leaning down to suck her son’s cock into her mouth and letting her eldest see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “God damn, Mom,” Dean said, smoothing his hand over her ass. She was wetter than even he had imagined and he plunged two fingers in her, smiling as her moan caused Sam to whimper. “Knew you wanted it, knew you wanted to be stuffed. Love him in your mouth, don’t you? It burns and it fills so good and every time you think you get him all, there’s just more, he’s so goddamn big.”
She made a noise that he took as agreement, fingering her deeper as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. It hit his stomach, leaking copiously and it took all his strength not to rut up against the leather of the seat. He noticed Sam’s hips bucking up a little and he grinned. “How you doin’ there, Sammy?”
“She’s so good,” he said, panting hard. “So good.”
“Yeah, I knew you would like that,” Dean said, inserting another finger into his mother to hear her whine. “Bet you wanna just let go and take her mouth, make her yours, choke her with that huge cock of yours.” Sam made a noise halfway between a growl and a moan, shutting his eyes for a second before taking control of the wheel again.
Dean couldn’t take it anymore, stroking his dick slowly and knowing that he was never going to last. “What do you say, Mom?” He took his fingers out of her, licking them clean and then smoothing them up the back of her shirt, over her soft skin. “You want your baby boy to fuck your face?”
There was no real answer, just Mary closing her eyes and sucking Sam harder. That was really all the consent Dean needed. He panted heavily, wrapping his hand around his dick as he said, “Go ahead, Sam. Fuck her face. Fuck Mom’s face, make her feel it, make her choke on you.”
One of Sam’s large hands buried itself in Mary’s hair, holding it tightly as he thrust up into her. She moaned as loudly around him as she could and it echoed in the car. Dean leaned against the seat, holding tightly as he fucked up into his fist, eyes glued to the way Sam buried his dick in their mother’s pretty, pretty mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sam chanted, hips rising off the seat as he forced himself in as far as possible and Dean’s stroked his thumb over the head of his dick at how hot this picture was, at how perfectly these two went together, how much he wanted both of them right now. He wasn’t sure which one of them came first, but their screams mixed and Dean suddenly shot off into his hand, pleasure overwhelming him as he leaned his head on the back of the seat, trying to get his bearings.
He could hear Sam’s deep panting in the front seat and when Dean opened his eyes, Mary was staring at him with the naughty pride of the cat that ate the canary-or of a woman who had just sucked off her future son while her other son watched from the back seat. Reaching forward, Dean took her head in his hands, kissing her deeply and licking the remnants of Sam’s come from her mouth.
Mary leaned towards him, arching her back as Dean smoothed his hand down it, transferring the sticky remains of his own orgasm onto her skin. He practically tore off her bra, sucking her peaked breasts into his mouth, running his tongue over her hard nipples and biting at them just to hear her cry out. “Yes, Dean! Need it, need it so much,” she said, grabbing onto his short hair.
Growling possessively, he sucked on her neck, collarbone, breasts, marking them because they would be his first. She rocked her hips against the seat, whimpering and mewling in need. When Dean moved up to kiss her, needing those sounds in him, he could see that they had Sam’s rapt attention. Only one of his hands were left on the wheel and Dean knew that her other son had learned about her pantyless ways when Mary called out, pushing back against Sam’s hands underneath her skirt.
“More! Oh, please, Sammy!” Dean didn’t let her request anymore, kissing her again as one of his hands massaged her chest. Her fingers dug into the worn leather of his jacket as she kissed back, pushing down on to Sam’s long fingers.
When she broke away to pant and moan, Dean kissed her neck, leaving a deep bruise. “That’s a good girl,” he said. “You love having him inside you, don’t you? Fuck Sammy’s hand.”
She sighed needfully, letting him capture her mouth again. He was sucking on her tongue when she came, eyes going wide as she rocked back between Sam’s hand up her skirt and Dean’s on her breasts, pulling away to pant and moan and scream out her orgasm.
She kissed Dean one final time before sinking down into boneless satisfaction on the front seat. Smiling to himself, Sam licked and sucked Mary’s juices off his fingers before putting both hands back on the wheel as if nothing had even happened.
In the back, Dean relaxed, breathing heavily. “Next time, I’m driving.”
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Dean/young!Mary
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,500
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any characters.
Summary: Dean and Mary have a plan. Sometimes, Sam really loves his family. PWP.
Warnings: Graphic incestuous threesome porn. Dirty talk. No explanations or plot. Elisa enabled, so that's never a good sign.
Beta: bridget_x_alena
Notes: cherie_morte wanted Sam/Dean/Mary carporn. Now I'm mostly posting it just to torture her. And to get me some amulet!porn.
Dean couldn’t even pretend to be surprised when Mary stopped him from climbing into the front seat. She looked up at him with those huge, blue doe eyes, face the picture of perfect innocence even if he knew the rest of her was not. “Dean, do you mind if I sit in the front?”
Even if it hadn’t been his idea, he wouldn’t have been able to deny her. She was always his mother, whether she had actually given birth to him yet or not. “No, it’s cool.” He winked at her and climbed in the back, not bothering to put on his seatbelt. It had been a long time since he’d been back here. It had a different view of everything.
After turning in the room key, Sam got into the driver’s seat, not seeming very surprised to see his young mother lounging across the bench seat. There wasn’t much conversation as Sam pulled the car out of town and onto the long stretch of highway. Scooting closer to the front, Dean crossed his forearms on top of the bench seat, making sure he had a perfect view and then winking at Mary.
She winked back, then said, “Sammy, you’re a good driver, right?”
“I guess.” He shrugged. “Dean wouldn’t let me drive if I wasn’t.”
“Good.” She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, moving closer to him and kissing his neck slowly. Dean could see Sam swallowing hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
Sam turned slightly to raise an eyebrow at Dean, who didn’t give anything away. “I could pull over…?”
“Don’t,” he said huskily. “Keep going.”
He seemed to relax at Dean’s permission, turning his head towards Mary as she kissed her way to his mouth. Dean licked his lips as he watched his mother devour his brother’s mouth, already growing hard in his pants. Groaning, Sam pulled away after a few seconds. “I’ve got to watch the road,” he said breathlessly.
“That’s okay, baby,” Mary said. “You just pay attention to that.” There was no further discussion as she reached down and started working on getting Sam’s jeans open. Sam cursed under his breath, but made no move to stop her. From the backseat, Dean watched carefully as Mary pulled Sam’s quickly hardening cock out of his pants, his own mouth watering as he remembered what it was like to have his mouth so full, jaw aching for hours afterwards.
Sam groaned, opening his legs wider as Mary licked the darkening head slowly. Cupping his bulge through his jeans, Dean said, “Yeah, Mom, like that. Nice and slow, he likes it like that.” She did as she was told, fingers working down the buttons of her shirt.
He could see Sam swelling against her lips, knew how big his brother could get. “Suck him. Can you do it? Does he fit?” Mary smirked, then opened her mouth wider than Dean would have thought, causing both of her boys to groan simultaneously.
Hands tightening against the wheel, a bead of sweat dripped down Sam’s neck and Dean just had to catch it with his tongue. “You like that, Sammy? You like Mom sucking you off?” Sam nodded as Dean bit gently at the back of his neck. “Yeah, God, her mouth. Look at those lips.”
Running his hand down Mary’s head, Sam said, “Think you got your mouth from her, Dean.” And wasn’t that just a little bit too much of a turn on. Dean unbuttoned his jeans, giving his erection some freedom.
Mary moved onto her knees, leaning down to suck her son’s cock into her mouth and letting her eldest see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “God damn, Mom,” Dean said, smoothing his hand over her ass. She was wetter than even he had imagined and he plunged two fingers in her, smiling as her moan caused Sam to whimper. “Knew you wanted it, knew you wanted to be stuffed. Love him in your mouth, don’t you? It burns and it fills so good and every time you think you get him all, there’s just more, he’s so goddamn big.”
She made a noise that he took as agreement, fingering her deeper as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. It hit his stomach, leaking copiously and it took all his strength not to rut up against the leather of the seat. He noticed Sam’s hips bucking up a little and he grinned. “How you doin’ there, Sammy?”
“She’s so good,” he said, panting hard. “So good.”
“Yeah, I knew you would like that,” Dean said, inserting another finger into his mother to hear her whine. “Bet you wanna just let go and take her mouth, make her yours, choke her with that huge cock of yours.” Sam made a noise halfway between a growl and a moan, shutting his eyes for a second before taking control of the wheel again.
Dean couldn’t take it anymore, stroking his dick slowly and knowing that he was never going to last. “What do you say, Mom?” He took his fingers out of her, licking them clean and then smoothing them up the back of her shirt, over her soft skin. “You want your baby boy to fuck your face?”
There was no real answer, just Mary closing her eyes and sucking Sam harder. That was really all the consent Dean needed. He panted heavily, wrapping his hand around his dick as he said, “Go ahead, Sam. Fuck her face. Fuck Mom’s face, make her feel it, make her choke on you.”
One of Sam’s large hands buried itself in Mary’s hair, holding it tightly as he thrust up into her. She moaned as loudly around him as she could and it echoed in the car. Dean leaned against the seat, holding tightly as he fucked up into his fist, eyes glued to the way Sam buried his dick in their mother’s pretty, pretty mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sam chanted, hips rising off the seat as he forced himself in as far as possible and Dean’s stroked his thumb over the head of his dick at how hot this picture was, at how perfectly these two went together, how much he wanted both of them right now. He wasn’t sure which one of them came first, but their screams mixed and Dean suddenly shot off into his hand, pleasure overwhelming him as he leaned his head on the back of the seat, trying to get his bearings.
He could hear Sam’s deep panting in the front seat and when Dean opened his eyes, Mary was staring at him with the naughty pride of the cat that ate the canary-or of a woman who had just sucked off her future son while her other son watched from the back seat. Reaching forward, Dean took her head in his hands, kissing her deeply and licking the remnants of Sam’s come from her mouth.
Mary leaned towards him, arching her back as Dean smoothed his hand down it, transferring the sticky remains of his own orgasm onto her skin. He practically tore off her bra, sucking her peaked breasts into his mouth, running his tongue over her hard nipples and biting at them just to hear her cry out. “Yes, Dean! Need it, need it so much,” she said, grabbing onto his short hair.
Growling possessively, he sucked on her neck, collarbone, breasts, marking them because they would be his first. She rocked her hips against the seat, whimpering and mewling in need. When Dean moved up to kiss her, needing those sounds in him, he could see that they had Sam’s rapt attention. Only one of his hands were left on the wheel and Dean knew that her other son had learned about her pantyless ways when Mary called out, pushing back against Sam’s hands underneath her skirt.
“More! Oh, please, Sammy!” Dean didn’t let her request anymore, kissing her again as one of his hands massaged her chest. Her fingers dug into the worn leather of his jacket as she kissed back, pushing down on to Sam’s long fingers.
When she broke away to pant and moan, Dean kissed her neck, leaving a deep bruise. “That’s a good girl,” he said. “You love having him inside you, don’t you? Fuck Sammy’s hand.”
She sighed needfully, letting him capture her mouth again. He was sucking on her tongue when she came, eyes going wide as she rocked back between Sam’s hand up her skirt and Dean’s on her breasts, pulling away to pant and moan and scream out her orgasm.
She kissed Dean one final time before sinking down into boneless satisfaction on the front seat. Smiling to himself, Sam licked and sucked Mary’s juices off his fingers before putting both hands back on the wheel as if nothing had even happened.
In the back, Dean relaxed, breathing heavily. “Next time, I’m driving.”