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My head slams against the wall, and I grin as my vision blurs from the force of it.
The vampire snarls in my face.
I push just far enough to swing the machete in my hand.
It lodges into the vampire’s neck as his howl turns to wet gargles.
I pull out and sever the rest of his head.
It drops to the floor with a sickening thud, and my breaths come in quick pants before I drop the knife at my feet and lean against the wall for support.
Dizziness has my eyes fluttering, and I sink to my knees.
A thick warmth slowly spills over my face and I swipe my fingers through it.
I can barely make out my blood drenched hand .
“Fuck,” I curse. The hit must have been harder than I thought.
Boot-clad footsteps thunder towards me, and I can only make out Mary’s blonde hair as she kneels in front of me.
Her face is a complete blur.
“You okay?” She whispers, her fingers tilting my face to the side to get a look where the blood is coming from.
A taunting smile forms on my lips. This is probably the most motherly she’s ever acted like that before.
“Mhmm,” I mutter, too delirious to get anything else out.
Her hand holds my head straight, shining a light in my eyes as I frown.
“Oh yeah. You got yourself a nice concussion. Can you stand? I need to help your head wound before we get back to the car,” she says with certainty.
We struggle to get me to my feet, only making it across the room before she dumps me on the couch with a swear.
“I guess we’ll do it here.”
I close my eyes, unsure how long she’s gone before a heavy weight settles on my lap and I blink awake.
My hands squeeze the hips resting on my thighs, and I get a hazy view down a white blouse since my neck is bent forward.
Large breasts cupped in a red lacy bra that make my mouth water. Hands prod at the wound on my head and I let out a hiss.
“You could at least give me something to distract before you go poking around my injuries,” I say.
“Something like what?” She quips back.
I slide my palms under her shirt and up the smooth skin of her waist until I linger under her breasts.
“Something like these.” My knuckles brush the hard nipple protruding from the thin bra.
She leans back, staring down at me. “Dean, do you not know who I am?”
My eyebrows furrow, and it hurts a bit when I stare up at the blonde woman. She’s familiar, but I can’t recall exactly.
“I feel I should.”
She worries on her bottom lip with her teeth. “I mean…it's no different than before. It doesn’t mean anything,” she seems to whisper to herself.
In the next moment, she pulls off her shirt then unclips her bra, letting her breasts drop in front of my face. I greedily scoop them up, kneading the flesh before drawing the pebbled nipple into my mouth.
She sucks in a breath before leaning back over me. “Now try to be still. I’m going to wash the wound.”
Lost into the wonderful world of tits, I don’t even flinch as she dumps disinfect down my scalp and neck.
My cock hardens at the sting of pain and the breasts in my hands. I thrust up against her pussy, seeking relief for another ache.
“Oh god. You’re going to hate yourself when you realize,” she warns.
I should heed it, but I don’t care. Nothing else matters at the moment.
I slide my hands to her ass, pushing her to rock against my cock.
“Dean. We should stop.”
“Or you should take these jeans off and let me fuck you.”
She pulls back, tossing the first aid supplies to the side and cupping my face. “You may not remember right now, but I am your mother.”
I laugh. “My mother is dead.”
She shakes her head, sending her blonde curls down in loose ringlets down her chest. “No, I mean yes. Forget it. Just trust me.”
Grabbing her nape, I pull her down to my face. “Yeah? What’s your name?”
“Mary. Mary Winchester.”
I frown. What a lucky guess, but my throbbing cock is pushing any logic out of my brain. “Come down. Do you want to help me with my other problem?”
I roll my hips to punctuate my erection against her center, and her eyes flutter. I can see the pleasure flushing her cheeks and I go for it.
Sealing my mouth to hers, I swallow down her moans as I return to her breasts.
After a moment, she pulls back, painting. Mary swears, rubbing her lips and staring down at me wildly.
“Fuck it. This is all just a dream, okay? None of this is real. Repeat that,” she demands.
“All a dream,” I say with a grin.
She climbs off, discarding her jeans as I pull my shirt off and then tug my pants off before sliding to lay on the couch, using my clothes as a cushion for my head.
I wave her to settle back over me, and we both hiss when her hot pussy rubs against my cock as she moves to straddle me.
I grip her up with one hand, the other grabbing my thick shaft to line my tip up at her hole before she sinks onto me.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I groan.
Mary lets out a small whimper-like moan. “Oh god, you are such a big boy.”
“Ride me.” I get out between gritted teeth. I tuck my arms behind my head as she leverages herself on my chest to do just that.
My mouth opens at her pace, my head injury long forgotten as she fucks me like pro.
Her warm, tight cunt slides up and down my cock like she’s made to take it.
I wanted more, wanted to bury myself deeper inside her.
“Nghh. You feel so good. My boy, you feel so good for mommy.”
It’s wrong.
I shouldn’t nearly come at her words, but my cock swells and I lift her off me with a swear.
I toss her onto the couch as I stand, my balls drawn up with the denied orgasm as I grip her throat.
“Open your mouth.”
She does without complaint, and I shove inside.
I fuck her face without restraint, frustrated that I’m more turned on than off at her saying she’s my mom.
When tears roll down her face, I pull out and then pull her off the cushions, bending her over the end of the couch.
I slap my hand over her wet slit, pushing my fingers into her sloppy hole.
“You want my cock back inside your pussy?”
She nods, excitedly. “Please, please. Fuck your mommy, Dean. Put your cock inside me.”
I growl. “Stop saying that.”
Mary grins over her shoulder. “Why? That’s what you’re doing though and enjoying it.”
I slam inside her with an angry grunt and her head falls over forward with a gasp from the force of it.
Grabbing the couch on either side of her, I thrust over and over with quick slaps of my hips against her ass.
And she takes it all with wanton moans.
“Fucking take it,” I snarl out, fucking away everything I’m feeling.
Her pussy tightens on my cock, and I slip my hand between us.
Rubbing my fingers over her swollen slit, Mary lets out a scream as she explodes.
She comes around my dick, her cunt gushing and sucking me in even deeper as her walls flutter.
I fuck her through her release, pulling her hips further off the couch as her breathing starts calm.
My hands squeeze at her ass as my hips pump my cock in and out.
“I’m gonna come,” I groan.
Mary clamps down on me, tossing her hair over shoulder before shouting. “Not inside! I’m not on birth control!”
Wrong thing to say.
All I could think about now is shooting my load inside her. Breeding my mom, putting a baby in her belly.
I don’t even think about pulling out as my balls draw up, fire builds in my lower back and then I let it go. My cum spills inside her cunt, draining everything I have. I thrust a few more times before I make a half-assed effort of pulling out. Thick white globs drop to the floor with loud splats.
Mary gasps, standing and swiping her fingers through her folds. “I told you not to do that. I could get pregnant.”
I shrug. “I already take care of one brother, what’s another?”