That evening, by the time John and Sam had returned with thier catch Dean and Mary had went seven rounds. Being 25 had not slowed his stamina down one bit.
In the shower he had fell to his knees and ate her out like it was his last meal. She had came so hard on his face that he had to wash it twice, just to get clean. When she returned the favor by ripping the towel from around his waist and sucking him down her throat he almost lost his balance at the attack.
"Fuck mom," he exclaimed. "Warn a guy next time."
Mary popped off his dick and looked up at him. "Well if you don't want reciprocation..."she said but he quickly pulled her head back to his groin.
"I didn't say that," he moaned as he thrust gently into her mouth. Mary placed her hands on his firm ass and squeezed, silently telling him she wanted it all.
Dean groaned as he pushed in and felt the head of his prick push pass her throat. "Oh my god! I didn't know you could do that. You been holding out on me?" he asked looking down at her. He could see the bulge of his cock in her throat. "God damn that's sexy as fuck!"
Mary swallowed and the squeeze of her throat on his dick brought Dean to his end. She drank down every drop and then kitten licked his length clean.
"You taste good," she said as she stood up to go find some clothes. Dean quickly enveloped her in his arms and began kissing her neck.
"Honey, we're home!" John called out as he and his youngest son came through the door. Dean was laid on the couch watching some show on the television.
"She's in the bathroom," he told his dad sitting up.
"Oh okay," John said. "How you feeling son? Your mother take good care of you today?"
"Yes she did," Dean said, smirking at just how well they took care of one another.
Sam walked in with a large green cooler and John directed him to take it to the kitchen. "Hope you like trout because we have lots of it," John threw over his shoulder as he went to check on his wife.
"Love fish," Dean said, smiling to himself.
Upstairs, Mary was bent over the toilet. She had already thrown up everything in her stomach and was now just waiting to make sure the dry heaving had gone away. How the fuck did she let this happen? She thought to herself. The idea of carrying John's child excited her but the idea that she was carrying Dean's was thrilling. She knew she could easily pass the child off as John's since no one knew she had been fucking her own son for the past seven years.
A knock on the door brought her attention back to the present. "Mary, darling? We're back," John said through the barrier of the door.
"Okay. I'll be down in a minute," she answered as she stood up to rinse her mouth out. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was pregnant and would give birth to another Winchester. She flippantly hoped it was a girl this time. She placed a hand on her still almost flat stomach. She got butterflies just thinking of whose child she hoped she was carrying. She would have to make a doctor's appointment as soon as they returned to Lawrence.
John and Sam worked together to prepare the fish for Mary to cook while Dean kept up the facade of still feeling ill. He could see into the kitchen from his place on the couch and caught himself multiple times watching his mother. The way her body moved, the sway of her hips, the pure unadulterated joy on her face as the three of them joked and carried on. Dean was in love. With his own mother. Mary would occasionally catch him staring and subtly wink his direction, no one else any wiser than the two of them of the secret they shared.
When Dean groaned at the first bite of food, it sent chills down Mary’s spine and a heat to her core. The sounds he was making were the same he made when he was inside her, filling her up. She shivered slightly and looked away from the table. A mother’s love for her children was one thing but this was totally and completely different. A mother isn’t supposed to crave and lust after her own flesh and blood, right? What they were doing was wrong but oh did it feel so good. As long as Dean didn’t go out and get a girlfriend and they kept their escapades on the down low, Mary had no desire to stop.
After dinner, Mary surprised everyone with pie. Dean eyed the dessert with a passionate stare. She knew he loved pie but when had she had time to actually bake it he wondered.
“Mom, when did you make this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“When you were napping, baby boy,” she answered. And it was true, after their fourth tryst, Dean had actually taken a nap. But he had fallen asleep with his arms around his mother’s nude body. Apparently she hadn’t rested. He looked at her in a whole new light now. Even after fucking him four times, she made a pie and then they fucked three more, plus the shower/after shower oral. Damn that woman is good, Dean thought.
His mouth salivated as he watch her cut into the pastry and give each of them a slice. Dean saw the small smirk she gave him as she served him his slice of cherry pie. Dean practically drooled as he caught on and hated that there were two other people in the room. He wanted to smear the pie over her body and lick it off.
That night, as they all were headed to bed John asked Dean if he felt up to joining him and Sam tomorrow. “I don’t know, Dad. I’m still a bit queasy. The boat rocking might make me seasick. Can I let you know in the morning?”
John nodded in acceptance and headed to his room. Dean lay in bed, faintly smelling his mom intoxicating scent on his sheets. He was grateful for a private room because he knew he was going to have to rub one out.
Half an hour later he was still at it. He couldn’t finish; he would get right to the edge and then it would just go away. Dean was getting frustrated. He had tried everything, from closing his eyes and picturing his mother bouncing on his dick to spitting in his palm and pretending it was her wet hot mouth. When the door creaked and opened slowly, Dean hurriedly covered himself. Mary slipped into his room and he whispered, “Mom what are you doing in here?”
She saw the tented sheets and smiled. “John’s in there sawing logs. I just wanted to come check on you baby. I see you’re having the same problems I am.”
“I can’t get off Mommy,” Dean whined. “I’ve tried everything. I think you’ve ruined me.”
“Same goes for me baby boy,” Mary said. “I have an idea. It’s a mutual kind of thing. We both benefit. Wanna give it a try?”
“Okay.”
Dean watched as Mary pulled her nightgown over top of her head and was shocked to see she was completely nude underneath. The sight of her naked body made his dick twitch in his hand. He threw the sheet off his body and pumped his length, putting on a show for his mom.
“So how will this work?” he asked.
Mary approached the bed and put her knees on the edge. “I’m going to suck you while you eat me,” she explained. Dean watched as his mom straddle him backward and then maneuver herself until she was hovering over his face. Dean looked up at the site of her gushing pussy above him. He licked his lips and then wrapped his arms around her thighs and dove in.
Mary bit down on her bottom lip to stave off the scream she wanted to let out as Dean devoured her. She fell over onto her palms, his leaking dick staring her in the face. She took her tongue and lapped up the precome gathered at his slit and felt him growl into her. The vibrations causing the coil in her abdomen to tighten. She took him into her mouth and gave as good as she got. Dean mumbled into her cunt and Mary could feel his dick thicken right before he shot down her throat. Feeling his load hitting her uvula she swallowed as she drowned her son’s face.
“Damn Mom,” Dean laughed lowly. “You squirted all over me.”
She crawled off him and watched as he licked as much as he could from his lips and around his mouth. He even licked his hands as he wiped her spendings off his face. “Goodnight Dean,” Mary said as she redressed and slipped out the door, to re-join her husband in bed.
“Definitely a good night, Mommy.” Dean mumbled as he turned on his side to go to sleep.
A/N: Okay guys. Here it is…..the new story I mentioned last night. After getting interest in it, I decided to go ahead and post it. First off, I want to tell you that this is a CONTINUATION to A Mother’s Love, which was written by @winecatsandpizza. Please read it first or you will be totally baffled. Also check out the rest of her Masterlist. Secondly, please do not judge or send hate. If this isn’t your cup of tea, then scroll on by. Third, as of right now this will be a 6 part series. Thank you!!!
BUT PLEASE READ A MOTHER’S LOVE FIRST. The same warnings she lists go for this whole series.
Part 1: A Mother’s Love
Part 2: Mother/Son Bonding
After his very eventful 18th birthday, Dean became addicted. Addicted to sex. With his mother. He relished the days that Sam was in school and his father was at work. At least three times a week he would be buried balls deep inside his own mother’s hot pussy. He filled her over and over again. Mary was as hooked on fucking her son as he was. Some days they would be connected for hours. Orgasm after orgasm.
Dean became a master at making his mother explode on his tongue too. He knew all her sweet spots and would suck and nibble until she was trembling and begging to let her come. He drank her essence like it was his lifeline. And when Mary sucked him off and swallowed his juices he was in Heaven.
On the weekends when the house was inhabited by the other two oblivious Winchester men, Mary would make store runs with her oldest son. Bonding time, she would call it. Neither John nor Sam realized just how bonded Mary and Dean were. Drives to the store consisted of mind-altering blowjobs if Dean was behind the wheel. And if it was Mary, she’d pull her pants and panties to her ankles where Dean could be knuckles deep in her sweet cunt. This went on for years.
Now here Dean was preparing to turn 25; almost 7 years since he woke up to his mother giving him the best gift ever. John had rented a fishing cabin in the hills of Minnesota for the week. The lake there was packed full of every type of fish known to man. He had been excited to be able to have this family vacation; get out in the open air away from the haze and pollution of city dwelling. No, Lawrence wasn't a big city like, say New York or San Francisco but since Pratt Energy had built the chemical plant right outside city limits, the air wasn't as raw and natural as it was here. The morning of January 24th was crisp with a hint of possible snow but John could not wait to bundle up and be out on that lake, lines in the water. He woke his sons up at daybreak.
Dean, though, had other plans. He was reminiscent of that fateful day in 1997 and was dreaming on recreating it and what better way to go through with his plans than in a cozy, slightly romantic cabin in the woods; miles and miles away from other people. When his father came in just as the morning light shown through the curtains, Dean had already put his scheme in motion; sleeping in layers with a heating pad on high, just to feign a fever.
“Rise and shine Dean-o!” John said as he entered the room. “Time for some father-son bonding. The lake is providing our dinner tonight.”
Dean squinted his eyes against the onslaught of natural light. “Dad,” he rasped. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to go-” he faked a cough. “-my whole body aches and-”another cough. “-this. I think I should just stay here. Maybe mom can make me some of her tomato rice soup.”
John placed his hand on his son’s forehead and felt the heat emanating from his skin.
“Jesus kid. You’re burning up,” John exclaimed. “Yea, you stay here. Don’t need you keeling over in the boat and scaring supper away. I’ll let your mom know. She’ll be happy that she can still take care of you. Oh, happy birthday Dean. 25, right?”
“Yea dad. Thanks. Didn’t expect to spend my 25th in bed,” Dean lied. That is exactly what he had planned to do. Only he hoped to not be alone.
An hour later, John and Sam were gone and Mary was in the kitchen, heating up the soup. Dean hurriedly rid himself of all his extra layers and turned the heating pad off, tossing it in the floor. When Mary came in, carrying the tray with a bowl on it, she frowned. “Is my boy sick?” she asked worried. Dean smiled and watched her put the tray on the nightstand. She reached out to touch his head and in a flash Dean grabbed her wrist and pulled her down into his bed. “Not sick,” he said. “Just wanted some loving,” he smirked. Mary’s surprise quickly turned to a knowing smile and she wrapped her arms around her son’s neck.
“Well, what exactly kind of loving does the birthday boy want?”
Dean didn’t answer. Instead he captured her lips and molded his to hers. He lightly licked along the seam and Mary willingly opened her mouth, taking her son’s tongue in. Dean kissed his mother with fervor as his hands traveled down her body. He palmed the perfect orbs on her chest and smiled when she moaned.
Lifting away from her mouth, he looked down at the angel beneath him. “I want to make love to the most beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet,” he whispered, earning a whimper from her. He kissed her again and let his hands travel to the hem of her nightshirt. He pushed it up until the fabric was bunched over her breasts. He kissed a trail down her jaw to her neck and across her collarbone. When he came face to face with the pink nipples he grinned before sucking one into his mouth. The bud hardened under his ministrations.Mary carded her fingers through his hair and moaned as he kissed the puckered nub and moved to give the other one the same attention.
His dick was rock hard and straining against his boxers so he began rutting against her thigh. “Oh baby,” Mary whimpered. “I can’t wait to feel that big cock filling me up.” Her words caused Dean to shiver and his mouth left her breasts so he could maneuver to between her legs.
Mary opened her legs to allow him to slot hisself between them. “Oh I’m going to fill you full. Over and over. And over,” he said, expressing each word with a thrust to her core.
They quickly disrobed and Dean easily crawled back between his mother’s legs. The head of his cock was nestled against her wet folds. “God Mom, you’re soaked. Did I do this to you?” he asked, looking down to see his tip glistening with her wetness.
“Yes baby,” she answered him shyly.
Dean reached down and ran his fingertips along her slit up to her clit and flicked the button gently. Mary’s hips came off the bed and he did it again. “Baby, don’t tease. I need it. I need you,” Mary begged. Dean grabbed the base of his dick and lined it up with her entrance. He looked up with lust filled eyes; Mary’s mirroring his. “Ready?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, Dean baby. Fuck me,” Mary said, ending in a moan as Dean pushed into her body, quickly bottoming out.
“Fuuuuck, MOM!” Dean yelled. “How the fuck are you always so tight?” He slowly began moving, feeling his mother’s walls squeezing him. “God damn, you feel so good.”
Mary pulled him down to her and slotted her lips against his. In no time at all, Dean was pounding into her body with force to make the bed move and the headboard hit the wall. Mary had wrapped her legs around his waist and was meeting him thrust for thrust. After her third of fourth orgasm, she’d lost count, she began begging again.
“Pump me full of your spunk,” she pleaded. “I want to fill it deep inside me. I want to feel it leaking out of me. Please baby. Put it all in me. Give me every fucking drop.” Dean pistoned his hips even harder chasing his release.
“Mom! Fuck mom! I’m going to come all in that tight pussy. Fill it full and push it all up in you.”
He felt his balls tighten and knew his climax was imminent. He slowed his movements for just a minute as he gazed into his mother’s brilliant blue eyes. “I love you Mom.”
“I love you too Dean.” Mary placed a palm against her son’s cheek and they looked lovingly into each other’s eyes before Dean picked up the pace again, pushing into her body until their pelvic bones met. He stilled as his dick jumped and spilled into her. “Fuck!” he grunted as he finished loading her up. “Damn, it gets better every time.”
Mary smiled and nodded her head in agreement. “You sure have come along way since you were 18, Dean.”
“I had a fucking great teacher,” he smirked as he rolled to lay beside his mother. He pulled her close and she laid her head on his chest. “Who knew that it wouldn’t be just a one time thing?”
“Definitely not me,” Mary chuckled. “But damn am I glad it wasn’t.”
They lay there in euphoria, reminiscing the last seven years. Mary, wondering how she was ever going to tell her husband and two grown sons, one of whom she was fucking, that she was pregnant.
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