31 comments/ 156334 views/ 97 favorites Denise's Year By: tw_holt Author's note: This is a resubmission of a love story between two best friends that happen to be parent and child. I've changed small pieces of the story. There are other non-incest themes in this story. Other themes include: Huge age difference, swinging and/or cheating spouses, and interracial sex. Editing thanks goes to Todger65. * Chapter 1 "He took the house!" a hysterical, crying, Denise frantically told her son Henry, on the phone. "Wait, what?!? What are you talking about? Who took the house?" he asked. "Wayne! He left me and took the house from me!" She cried. "He left you?!?" "Yes and now I don't have a place to go! I can't believe he did this!" she said, sobbing into the phone. It was December 23rd and Denise's husband, Wayne, had filed for divorce. In some scheming, manipulating way, he was able to use his lawyer superpowers to screw her over, legally stealing her beautiful, large, upscale Miami home right from under her. It was all very confusing to her. Tricking her a few months prior with random paperwork, he was able to put the house in his name. When Wayne served Denise divorce papers, she asked him where he would be staying. He explained that he wasn't going anywhere since it was his house now. Showing her the paperwork made it all too real that she had been royally screwed over by this garbage of a human being. Garbage of the worst kind would be adequate to describe Wayne. He was short, probably five and a half feet tall, 48 years old, and a bloodsucking, corrupt lawyer. He never smiled, never touched his wife, he never said anything friendly. He had 'little-man' syndrome. It was a horrible seven year marriage. There was clearly no love or romance there. But he was wealthy, powerful, and that is what attracted her. Denise was 30 when she married him. Now at 37, she found herself sobbing uncontrollably on the phone with her 21 year old son, Henry. She wasn't even upset about him leaving; she was just upset about the house. She loved that 4000 square foot beauty. It was a final gift of love from her first husband before he passed away. As an 18 year old college student she had an affair with one of her professors, Curtis, as she quickly started calling him. He was older, around 60, and close to retirement age -- she couldn't get enough of him. She didn't know why. Perhaps there was something about his smile, his gray hair, his tall stature, his pudgy belly. Perhaps he reminded her of a father figure, something she never had, or perhaps it was his sparkling personality. It didn't take long for Denise to seduce Curtis. Her long, thick, nearly black hair, her big golden light brown eyes, perfect little nose, and a smile that could brighten the darkest of rooms was enough to have any man she wanted. Her body was icing on the cake. Curvaceous, sexy, ample, she had DD size breasts; a glamour model appearance. Seduce him she did. Curtis, ending his marriage, moved Denise in with him. He helped take care of Henry, he funded her graduate school education, and he also bought her some new breasts - upping slightly to a perfect teardrop shaped triple D size. That old man was in heaven, with a sex drive that couldn't be satisfied, except with a woman who was equally as horny. They married when Denise was 21. It was a time of bliss for both of them. Henry was a happy boy, and his mother was happier. She got into fitness and started doing some modeling shoots on the side for a few years. It was great extra income when she was in graduate school. She loved it too. Posing in bikinis, traveling to exotic locations, meeting all sorts of people, coming home to a wonderful old man that loved her dearly and a young son she loved more than anything. She remained faithful despite many temptations from photographers, male and female fitness models, and various people she would meet in her travels. Denise became a Pediatrician at age 28. She felt she was on the right track to providing her son with a great life. As it is in life, there was a hiccup - somewhat sad, but inevitable. Her husband, her old college professor, passed away from complications after surgery that same year. As he lay in the hospital bed before surgery he smiled to his young wife, motioning her to move quickly. She took off her high heels, pulling the sheet off the bed. She gave him the most loving and pleasurable blow job that she could. When he finished in her mouth, she licked and kissed his pudgy stomach, pulling the sheet back up, cheerfully leaving him alone for the night. The next morning Denise and her son Henry, then 12, stopped by the hospital to visit Curtis before dropping Henry off at school. He asked if he could have a chat with Henry alone. Denise, kissing his forehead, obliged leaving the room. "I want you to remember that your mother loves you more than anything in this world. You are her rock, and her shining star. Everything she does, every long trip she goes on, or long hour she works at the hospital, she's doing it for you. I want you to remember that when you reach your teen years and you are tired of her nagging or just want to be left alone or allowed to go out with friends. Remember her love for you, and maybe, be a little nicer to her, help her with things, you know?" Young Henry nodded, taking those words to heart. It's almost as if his adopted father knew something that he or his mother didn't. Perhaps it was just nerves getting the best of him before surgery. Either way, that was the last time they saw the old man. He left everything in his ownership and bank account to Denise. She was sad and heartbroken, but she had Henry. They got by just fine as Denise knew they would. For many months it was him and her alone in their home. Laughing, playing, having a wonderfully fun time. She remembered Curtis with fond memories, continuing on with her life - her son. The following year she met Wayne, and that's when things changed. It was a girl's night out. At the urging of her best friend Holly, they went to a few places before staying at the last club the longest. Denise, in her short, tight, red cocktail dress spied Wayne from across the bar staring at her. She flashed him a quick smile, noticing the suit he was wearing, martini in his hand and sophisticated look on his face. He made his way to her and asked her to dance. They danced for several songs, staring intently in each other's eyes. Wayne never smiled. Within two hours, Wayne was undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and Denise was on her knees in his bedroom hungrily sucking his cock. He threw his shirt to the floor, guiding her up on to her feet. He grabbed her by the back of her head, kissing her hard and forcefully. He spun her around, unzipping her dress, sliding it to the ground. He pushed her onto his king size bed, smirking, stepping out of his pants. Without saying a word or kissing her again, he climbed onto the bed, grabbing her by the hips and began to mercilessly pound her from behind. "Ahh! Ahh! Yess!" she screamed out with each powerful thrust. Denise would grip the sheets on the bed, as Wayne grabbed her huge tits from behind. He'd then force her down on to the bed. With her head lying sideways on the mattress, she could see Wayne behind her in her peripheral vision. He still didn't look happy or joyful; he looked angry, angry as he brutalized this woman's pussy from behind. He looked controlling, dominant, and powerful. Several minutes later he grabbed Denise's hair, pulling her upright. Still clinging to her hair, he kept thrusting into her. "Ahhh!" she cried out, not really in pleasure, but a little bit of pain too. Wayne kept going and eventually finished in her, thrusting a few more times after his orgasm subsided. He wasn't wearing protection. He got a vasectomy for his 21st birthday. He hated kids. After Wayne was done, he pushed her back down on the bed and got off her. He headed to the bathroom to clean up. She lay there writhing, still feeling unfulfilled and horny. Having never been taken like that before, she wanted more and more and more. So she kept seeing Wayne, much against her friend Holly's warnings. They were married several months later. There was no wedding, just the signing of a marriage license. Denise knows why she did it. She did it for her son. Wayne was wealthy, and combined with her own salary and fitness model income; she wasn't too bad off herself. It was a strategic move on her part -- his too. He knew what she was worth, he knew about the house she had been left. He wanted to increase his assets and value. He was a typical scumbag. However, Denise was in love, but not with Wayne. She loved her son. She watched him grow, prosper, succeed, and become a man. He became the type of man that treats a woman how she deserves -- a loving, caring, selfless man. She beamed with pride as he graduated high school at the top of his class, she beamed with pride as he graduated from college with a degree in computer science a year early, and she beamed with pride as she thought about all these years with him and how good he was to his mother. The marriage to Wayne was nothing. A few years into it, there was no sex, rough or loving, there was no joy, and there was hardly any Wayne. He was always working and rarely around. It was nothing. Denise and Henry had no loving relationship with him. She wondered if anyone had ever had a loving relationship with him. He had no family, hardly any friends, nothing. During Henry's teen years he and his mother were alone most of the time. They'd laugh, and play cards, video games, watch movies, and even jokingly flirt with one another. He'd pick her up, easily twirling her around, causing them both to become dizzy. Or they would have a tickle fight. Denise would usually win because Henry was so ticklish on his sides. She pinned him down, straddling him victoriously while sticking her tongue out at him. Sometimes she'd fall asleep in his bed after a Friday night of quality time. She'd wake the next morning with a smile on her face as she looked down to her son sleeping next to her. He was the only bright spot in her life. Shortly before his senior prom, Denise asked the 18 year old Henry if he was attending. "Nah, not interested." He replied. "What?!? You aren't going? Can't you find a date?" she asked. "I probably could, I'm just not interested in lame dances." " I'll be your date! We'll have fun and you can even grab my butt while we dance!" Denise enthusiastically teased her son. "Ha! Or I could now!" He said, chasing his mother around the living room, catching her, and then spanking her heart-shaped, toned, bubble butt a few times. She would squeal then afterward sit in his lap with her arm around him. He would flip on the TV and they would sit like that for a while. When Henry left for college she was devastated and lonely. That's when the affairs started. So easily she made friends, so easily could she have any man she wanted. She did just that. There were many nights out with her best friend Holly and their circle of friends; including a few one night stands over the course of a couple years, nothing serious, until she met Tyrell at the gym. He was an 18 year high school student. He was black, tall, athletic, and had just earned a full football scholarship to the University of Florida. It only lasted a few weeks, but it was intense. Denise loved spending time in his room when his parents were out. She felt naughty and mischievous. She would throw her head back and look up to the ceiling causing her hair to reach down to the top of her butt crack while she rode his black cock to orgasm. Tyrell would reach up, grabbing her big tits, "Ah yeah," he moaned as she ground herself back and forth on his deeply embedded cock. It was about three weeks into their fling when Tyrell's parents came home early one evening. "Quick hide!" he exclaimed, nearly throwing her off the bed. She landed with a loud thud, her naked body crawling under his bed. She waited there for 15 minutes as Tyrell's mom came into the room. She smelled something, perfume, and a muskiness she recognized. Denise left the house humiliated and a little amused. Tyrell's mother was yelling at him in the background as she put her clothes back on and walked out the front door. "So much for that little adventure," she thought to herself. She and Holly would laugh about it for awhile. Every time Henry would come home for holiday or summer break the two of them wouldn't leave each other's side. They would go out to eat, or to movies; it's like they were best friends. They'd spend time in the pool, playing, splashing, and silly flirting. He'd throw her around in the water and she would try to tackle his 6 foot 5 frame to no avail. He would get out of the pool to head inside and she would pull his swim trunks down. She'd get a good laugh and tell him to shake his butt for her, he smiled and shook his head as he hurriedly pulled his shorts up. A few summer nights found them alone in the pool. Henry would be treading water in the deeper end and Denise would be hitching a ride on his back with her massive DDD tits smashed into him. He'd park himself at the pool wall and she'd slide off his back and move to his front. He was in shallower water so he could stand, but it was deep enough so that she couldn't, so she straddled him. She'd rest her hands on his shoulders and they'd chat for what seemed like hours. Sometimes they wouldn't talk much at all. Denise would run her hands over his shoulder and chest, straddling him, looking into his face, thinking about how beautiful he was and how lucky some woman will be one day. Sometimes she'd hug him tightly in the water, smashing her breasts into his chest as she played with his hair, occasionally peppering his shoulder and upper trapezius muscle with kisses. He'd run his hands up and down her back, stopping just where her bikini bottom started. It was very tender, sweet, and loving. Two and a half years later, she was on the phone crying to her Henry. "I don't know what to do!" "You're coming to stay with me is what you're going to do." He replied. "I can't Henry, I don't want to impose." "Mom, seriously. You're staying with me and that's that. Now get over here!" "I don't know darling, I really don't want to get in the way." "You won't be. You can stay with me and I'll make sure you have whatever you need. I can go buy stuff you can use to cook my dinner or clean my apartment. It'll be great!" Denise couldn't help but laugh. He was so funny, so charming, and so sweet to her. "Well, in that case, I would love to cook for you again. And maybe clean a LITTLE bit." She laughed. "Great! So you'll be here soon?" "Yes baby, I'll see you soon." Denise replied. She hung up the phone, forgetting about her house situation for a few moments, thinking about how wonderful it'd be to stay with Henry. She wiped her tears and smiled. Chapter 2 She stood at her son's apartment door at 9 pm on December 23rd waiting for him to let her in. She was wearing a dark blue turtle neck and tight black jeans. Henry opened the door with a huge smile on his face. She ran into his arms and started crying. He had to bend down to hug her, since she was a foot shorter than him. After a few seconds he stood straight up, taking her feet off the ground, walking backward into the apartment with her. He set her down on the ground, feeling her body shake from restrained laughter. "You're so silly." She said, wiping her eyes. "It's good to see you he Mom," said, lovingly looking down to her face, his hands still on her waist. "It's good to see you too," she said, reaching up to play with a lock of Henry's hair. It had been September since she last saw him. He had the same dark brown hair like her. His eyes were a light blue color, easily able to trap a woman into staring at them for hours -- as Denise has almost done a few times over the years. He looked like he had been working out. He didn't have the body of a bodybuilder, but he was lean and muscular. He picked up her bag from outside and locked the door. Denise stood looking around the apartment, then back at him as he set her bag down. They spoke at the same time, interrupting each other. "Well I have three -- " "You look great son -- " They both stopped, laughing at each other. "You first," Denise said. "I have three bedrooms here. You can choose whichever one you want to sleep in." "No, you have two bedrooms. Two are open, one can be taken by you." "Don't argue with me woman! You can sleep in any of these three bedrooms, including the one that I'm in, if you like." Denise couldn't help but smile at him. "I see," she said, approaching him to jab at his side playfully. "I was thinking we could sleep in my bed tonight. You know, to catch up, chat, and snuggle and crap." "No I'd rather crap in the bathroom, not your bed." "Ha! You know what I meant, you silly lady." He bent down to hug her, holding her tightly as he picked her up again, her tits smashing against his t-shirt covered chest. He set her down, trying to release the hug, but his mother wouldn't let go. They embraced for a little longer. "You smell good." She said, closing her eyes. "Thanks. I bathed a couple of weeks ago." He joked, kissing her cheek, ending the hug. Denise laughed again, already starting to forget about Wayne and that nightmare. But later in the evening, she'd start thinking of it again, going into great detail of the situation to her son. They sat on the couch facing each other, talking on until after midnight. "The ironic part is that I was planning on filing for divorce next year. I wanted to make sure you were finished with college and out on your own," Denise explained, caressing Henry's left hand that was resting on her thigh. Henry outstretched his arm as she snuggled in close on the couch. "Well, look on the bright side. You have your friends, you still have a job, and you still have money in the bank, right?" "Yes, but you're forgetting something." She said, wrapping her arms around his torso. "Oh yes of course, you still have your health and you're, uh, beauty" he jabbed at her waist causing her to jump. She sat up facing him. "Well thank you, darling, but I was referring to something else." "What?" He looked genuinely confused. "You, silly!" "Oh, right, yeah I guess." He shrugged. "What do you mean you guess?!? Come here." She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him in tight. She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "I love you." "Love you too," he patted her back. "You ready for bed?" she asked him. "Yep, you're sleeping in mine, right?" "I sure am!" "Ok great, I'm going to use the hall bathroom, you can use mine and I'll meet you in there in 10 minutes." Around 10 minutes passed. Henry was sliding into his bed, wearing long pajama pants and a t-shirt. His mother exited the bathroom wearing pink silk shorts and a matching tank top. "Nice." He said as he looked her over. She shook her head and smiled, climbing into bed with him. She snuggled up into his arm, resting her hand on his chest. "So you sure I'm not imposing? I could've stayed with Holly, but she's married, has a kid and a bunch of family over for Christmas..." "I told you it's fine!" Henry interrupted. She began rubbing her hand up and down his stomach as she continued, "Do you have a girlfriend? I'd hate to be over here if she came over and wanted some alone time with this gorgeous hunk of man meat." Henry burst into laughter. "Wow! No I don't have a girlfriend." "Mmm good. That means mommy has you all to herself." Denise looked at him smiling, trying to contain her laughter. He looked back at her and they both started giggling. She tickled his side furiously. Denise's Year "Ok! OK! That's enough," he said, holding her arm out so she couldn't tickle him anymore. They settled down and talked a bit more. They chatted about his hectic work schedule and how it's kept him away from visiting her, his idiotic former roommates, their Christmas plans, she admonished him for not having a Christmas tree put up, she asked about food and so on. They decided to eat what he had in the apartment, then go to the store on the 26th. She was able to bring his presents, but they were in her car. He had one for her. They decided to exchange them on Christmas Day morning. "Getting a little sleepy here," he said. "Me too. It's been a horrible day, but it has ended nicely," she said, moving up to kiss his cheek. "Well good. I like these shorts by the way. I'm guessing you wore them so it would make me want to grab your butt. You failed, because I will not grab it. I'm sorry." She fought to contain her laughter, faking disappointment, "Awwww, please? Please grab it?" she made a pouty face. He shook his head, "Oh all right!" He squeezed the cheek closest to his hand and then slapped it a couple times. "There. Now, I'm going to sleep." Denise smiled, chuckling to herself. "You're so silly." She rolled over and fell asleep in his arms. It was a wonderful end to a horrible day. Chapter 3 Both Christmas Eve and Day were pleasant. They spent the days together eating sandwiches and whatever else they could find. By the evening of the 25th there was nothing left to eat in Henry's apartment. They watched movies, cuddling on the couch; they held hands as they went on a few long walks. Later in the evening on Christmas Day they exchanged presents. Denise got him new boxer shorts, socks, and a gift certificate to a men's clothing store. Since Henry is horrible at buying presents, he got her two gift certificates - one to Victoria's Secret and one to another women's clothing store. She made fun of him for the Victoria's Secret certificate. He shrugged it off, claiming he had no idea what to get her. He figured since she was a woman she may want to get something from that store. All in all it was two best friends of the opposite sex enjoying each other's company. They just so happened to be mother and child. The next day they both had to go back to work. Since Henry lived about an hour away from Denise's former home, the commute to her work was a little longer, maybe 35 minutes instead of 25, but she didn't care. When she got home, she discovered Henry had already gone to the store and he was in the process of cooking spaghetti. She smiled at him, "He's so amazing," she thought to herself. She helped him finish cooking it; they ate, and then cuddled on the couch to watch TV. The next night after dinner, Henry spoke up, "So mom, I was thinking I would take you out for New Year's Eve." "Take me out?" "Yes, like, to dinner perhaps? I know a nice place we can go. It'll be fun. We can go eat and come back here and watch the ball drop. It'll be nice to get you out of the apartment," he explained. "Hmmm, well, ok!" She perked up. "I'm looking forward to this! So will it be a, uh, you know, date?" she asked, jabbing his side. He laughed, nodding his head. "Sure why not." That night, in his bed, she thought what dress she would wear their date. Her hand was under his t-shirt, slowly circling his stomach. On the 31st Denise went to her former home to pick up a few items. Wayne was in the basement, she didn't speak to him, and she didn't acknowledge him. She packed boxes and left. She had a wonderful evening to prepare for; Wayne wasn't going to bring her down. A wonderful evening it was. Henry wore a shirt and tie and black slacks, his mother in a somewhat long, sleeveless, black dress with a good bit of cleavage showing. "That's a lovely dress by the way. You look great in it," Henry complimented his mother, sitting at the candle lit table. It was a fairly expensive restaurant that Henry made reservations for a few days prior. Denise blushed, smiling as she sat. After dinner they had coffee, sitting and talking for a couple hours. They got home at 11:30 pm. Denise sat on the couch drinking another glass of champagne, her black high heels off and her feet tucked up under her bottom. Henry joined her, sitting next to her with his own glass. He turned the TV on, the two of them sitting in silence for a few moments. "I think this new year will be better for you Mom," said Henry, smiling at his mother. "Yeah! I think so too," she replied, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "By the way, you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to." "What do you mean?" Henry asked with a puzzled look on his face. Denise chuckled, "Are you serious? At midnight?" "What about it?" "Don't you know of the tradition at midnight on New Year's?" "What tradition?" he asked. "Oh my..." she shook her head, "when the ball drops and it strikes midnight, if you are with someone, you drink then give each other a kiss. I can't believe you didn't know about that." "Well, I'm not the most sociable creature. I haven't done much dating or New Year's parties," he tried to explain. "It's ok baby. That's the tradition, but you don't have to go through with it." "Well if it's tradition, now I gotta!" "No! You don't have to!" Henry shrugged, "Might as well. It's no big deal Mom. So how does it work? Ball drops, we sip our drink, and then a kiss on the lips?" She chuckled, "Yeah pretty much. Are you sure want to do that?" "Yeah it'll be fun. It's just us after all." He said, repositioning himself on the couch to face her. "Alright well you better get ready, 10 seconds." "Ok I can do this!" he cheered himself on as the TV counted down. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. They counted with the TV, saying happy New Year. "Ok, so now we drink," Henry said, doing so along with his mother. "Right," she replied, sitting her glass down. "And now, " he cleared his throat, "this." He moved closer to her, as she smiled at his silliness. As he got within inches, she stuck her tongue out, wiggling it around. "Hey! I'm trying to be serious." Henry cried out. "Well so was I! You don't like tongue?" Denise countered. "Mom, come on. Ok?" "Ok," she sighed. Henry moved closer, slowly moving his hands to her face, holding it gently; he moved in and kissed her lips softly, sweetly, for about 5 seconds. It was beautiful, loving, and precious. "There. See that was nice." He said, sitting back to his original position, grabbing the remote. Denise looked on in trance, her eyes wide open. "Yeah, nice..." She whispered, slowing turning to face the TV. "Wow," she thought to herself, glancing over to her son as he laughed at something on the TV. She smiled to herself, leaning into him; he put his arm around her. About 30 minutes later, she got up and went to change into her pajamas. She felt weird, not really in a bad way, but weird nonetheless. Perhaps she was a little uncomfortable at the electric tingles she felt from his kiss. As a result, she felt the need to sleep alone that night. "Hey baby, I think I'll sleep in the other room tonight," she said, peering around the corner at Henry still sitting on the couch. "Oh ok, I see, you're sick of me already. I get it." Henry replied, pretending to be offended. "No!" his mother laughed, "I just figured it'd be nice to have more room sometimes. We can share a bed on another night." "Ok Mom, no problem. I'll see you tomorrow!" Denise said good night and headed to the other bedroom. She changed into her pajamas then slid into bed. She touched her lips, smiling, rolling over to drift off to sleep. Chapter 4 January was filled with joy, laugher, and dates with Henry. It's like he was home from college for the summer. They would joke around, flirting with each other, all in good fun. Since they usually talked for hours when together, they typically only shared a bed on the weekend, just like they had done when he was home on break and could sleep late the next morning. They would chat, laughing until well after midnight, falling asleep in each others arms. Denise even managed to drag her son shopping. She used her gift cards to buy a few things. She was happy, the anger she felt from losing the house diminishing each week. February 14th was one of the best days of her life. The evening, however, was fraught with confusion and self-doubt. Flowers arrived for her at work, a bouquet of roses from Henry. He added a note saying he loved her, explaining that he made reservations at the same upscale restaurant from New Year's Eve. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and smiled, putting the roses in water. The meal and company were wonderful as usual. He wore a new shirt and tie Denise picked out for him on one of their shopping trips a couple weeks earlier. She wore dark blue, almost black from a distance, dress that ended at her knees. It had long sleeves. They shared a dessert, and then left the restaurant holding hands, laughing as they chatted. Back at his apartment she poured him another glass of wine and sat next to him on the couch. They sipped a little, as Denise looked around the room. "Can we move this coffee table out of the way?" "What for?" "So we can dance." She replied. "Oh no. No, I don't think so. I'm not dancing to that crazy hip hop stuff you and your friends dance to when you all go out." Denise laughed, "No silly, I meant a slow song." "You want to slow dance with me?" "Sure, I think that'd be a great end to a great Valentine's evening. Don't you? A nice dance with my wonderful date." "Alright," he shrugged. "Great!" She got up to move the small table out of the way. She kicked her high heels off, sitting on the floor to examine his collection of music in the cabinet next to the TV. "Crap, crap, crap, and more crap. All this music is crap." She said as Henry rolled his eyes. "Ooh here's one that might work." She opened the CD and popped it into the player. It was a best of the 90's collection. She navigated to the track she liked and it started playing. It was Linger by The Cranberries. Maybe not a perfect song to slow dance to, but it'll work. Denise held out her hand to her son, who grabbed it and stood. She smiled up at him, wrapping her hands around his neck as he placed his hands on her waist. They moved in circles slowly, looking into each other's eyes. Near the end of the song, her smile faded, and her heart beat faster and faster. It was a beautiful moment and she couldn't process it. When the song ended, Henry bent down to hug her close. All she could do was thank him for a wonderful evening. "No, thank you. I had a great time," he paused, looking down into her eyes, "You really are a beautiful woman, inside and out, and I'm glad I was able to spend Valentine's with you." Denise fought back tears, holding him in a long embrace. He ran his hands up and down her back, stopping just short of the rise of her butt. She closed her eyes, smiling as they stood there for a few moments. It felt peaceful and it felt like home. She turned her head, kissing him slowly on the cheek. When he started to straighten back up, she kissed his lips. It was a reflex action, she couldn't help it. Except he was too slow to straighten himself and she kissed him again, a quick peck on the lips. He smiled and looked in to her eyes. She caressed his face then closed her eyes, kissing him a third time. It was a harder kiss that lasted a little longer than the one on New Year's. When it was over Denise looked downward, resting her head on his chest. She sighed, admonishing herself for doing that. She felt stupid. Henry just stood there running his hands up and down her back. "I'm going to head off to bed." She patted his chest, backing away. "Thank you again for this wonderful evening Henry." She said, trying to mask her embarrassment. Henry nodded, smiling as he watched her exit to her room. She closed the bedroom door behind her, not bothering changing out of her dress. She flopped down on the bed and rolled over. "Why did I do that? What was I thinking? So stupid! I was just caught up in the moment. Ugh! Maybe it's no big deal, maybe that's just how we'll be. We'll give each other a sweet kiss on special occasions. Yeah that's it. So what if I felt another electric tingle, I mean, it was nice. Really nice." She thought to herself, trying to make sense of what happened. "He's wonderful, and I love him, and it was just a kiss on a special night. That's all." She rolled to her other side, drifting to sleep, still feeling uneasy about the situation. Chapter 5 "Are you sure you don't want to go out with us this weekend?" Denise asked her son, hugging him from behind while he was eating his cereal in front of the kitchen sink. Her friend Holly had been bugging her for a few weeks, reminding her that she needs to get out more and move on from Wayne. She had moved on from Wayne, she was more upset about the house. "Yep," he quickly replied. "Why not make it a birthday thing, you know?" "Because my birthday is today, and you said you were taking me to dinner tonight, right?" "Well, yes, but..." "Then that can be all the celebration I need," he said, putting his dirty dish in the sink, turning around to face his mother. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head. "Alright, I gotta go. See you tonight." After he left for work Denise thought about the evening ahead. "Ok so it's a special occasion, I'll give him a sweet, little kiss on the lips. That's it. Nothing to it. A nice little 'I love you' kiss." It was unusually warm for Miami on the evening of March 18th -- Henry's birthday. Denise wore an off-white, simple, spaghetti strapped dress that came to her knees. There was, as was the case with most of her large dress collection, a fair amount of cleavage showing. Dinner at the same restaurant they had used before went off without a hitch. However, as is the case, plans don't always pan out the way they were intended. Denise had it planned out: a wonderful dinner with her son, followed by quality time on the couch, and then a sweet kiss goodnight. That was it. It was going to be great. Such a simple plan can be complicated when too much alcohol is consumed. Back at the apartment, after dinner, Denise was working on her third glass of wine; Henry on his second. He sat on the couch, watching her giggle in the kitchen. She made her way toward him, not sitting next to him like she had been. Instead she hiked up her dress to just below her crotch and straddled him much to his surprise. He simply laughed it off, tilting his head back, resting it on the top of the couch, looking up at her. "Are you ok? I'm not too heavy am I?" she asked. "Nope, you're fine." "I'm not too bony?" "No. You feel great. I mean, well, you know what I mean." He replied with a chuckle. "Yes I do, silly boy." She said, running her fingers through his hair. "Are you sure you don't want to come out with us this Saturday?" "Mom, I'm sure." He said slightly annoyed. "You never know, you might meet a cute girl," she said, starting to undo his tie. "Oh yeah?" "Yep," she tossed his tie to the side. "I don't know, maybe I'll go out with you all one day, but I'm just not into all that." "I 'd really like you to go. You'd have a great time with us." She said, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. "I guess that means Holly would be there, right?" "Don't you worry about her, I'll make sure she keeps her claws off you." She said, unbuttoning two more buttons. "Good." He closed his eyes, leaning back. "Yep, I'd make it clear that you are with me. We'll be dancing the night away. So much fun!" "Maybe so Mom." Denise unbuttoned another button and Henry looked down to see his open shirt. "Hey, what are you doing?" "Nothing." Denise replied mischievously, running her hands over his chest. "Uh huh, " he smiled, rolling his eyes, as he lay his head back. Denise leaned down to kiss his cheek, peppering his jaw line with a few more. "Happy birthday darling." She said, caressing his face, looking into his eyes. "Thank you," he replied, smiling weakly. Then she did it, she kissed him on the lips. But it was too fast, too hard, not what she had imagined. She didn't imagine she'd be straddling him on the couch either, but the wine changed that. It lasted about 4 seconds. When it was over they peered into each other's eyes, Denise's thumb still on his cheek, holding his face. It may have been several more seconds before she closed her eyes and inched forward to kiss him again, slowly this time. Just as their lips were about to make contact, Henry's cell phone rang on the table next to the couch. It startled her a bit, her eyes popping open; she could see that his eyes were closed. A second later he opened them and reached over to answer his phone. Denise sighed, getting off his lap, walking toward her room as he answered a question to a coworker who had to work late on a project. She turned around, looking at him so see himself adjusting his pants where the crotch was. "Sure. Yep, I saved it on the shared drive. Should be there. Ok, no problem," Henry said into the phone. Denise was putting on a white tank top and a pair of Henry's old boxer shorts that she used for pajama bottoms. She loved to wear boxers and Henry gave her several pairs since she had given him new ones for Christmas. She heard a knock at the door as she was sliding into bed. "Mom?" "Come in." she said flatly. "Hey. I just wanted to say good night and thanks for a great birthday." Henry said, standing in the open doorway. She smiled in an attempt to hide any awkward tension between the two, "Oh, well goodnight baby, I'm glad you had a good day." "Yeah," he smiled. "Ok well sleep well and I'll see you tomorrow. I love you" "I love you too," she smiled back, watching him close the door. She sat there for a few moments before sliding under the covers. "What is going on here? What's wrong with you? Why was he adjusting his pants? You wanted to kiss him again didn't you Denise? Why? This is stupid! You're just confused and lonely, that's it" she thought to herself, pondering the situation for over an hour before sleep took her. A few days had passed. Things were a little different between the two of them. The vibe in the air was the equivalent of two coworkers hanging out after work and they may have flirted a little more than was appropriate. The coworkers realized this and not wanting to get in trouble at home or the office, they had an unspoken agreement they would remain professional and friendly. She told herself she wouldn't kiss him like that ever again. They stepped on a line and thankfully did not cross it. This caused some sadness within her. Sadness that turned to something entirely different the night before her and her girls went out. She saw Henry naked. It was an accident of course. Denise came home from work earlier than normal. Henry was already there as usual. The last few days had been hard for her. Since her decision to never kiss him like that again, she was feeling a little blue. She didn't bother calling out to him, announcing her arrival, she just wanted to get into her pajamas. As Denise entered the apartment, she thought she heard something in his bedroom. She kicked off her shoes on the carpet, sneaking to his half open door. Her eyes widened and mouth dropped open. Denise tried to look away, she yelled at herself to turn around and run, but she was frozen. She stopped breathing, her heart stopped beating, and her eyes didn't blink. She couldn't take her eyes off it. He must've just masturbated in the shower, that's the only explanation for its size in its half erect state. While she had seen bigger before, there was something different about his that she couldn't put her finger on. Denise's Year Henry was drying his hair, the movements of his arms causing his penis to dangle back and forth. She was hypnotized by it. It was a miracle when he tossed the towel on the bed and moved to his closet to pick out some clothes, she was able to snap out of her trance and slowly walk backwards. She kept backing up until she backed into the wall making a thud sound. "Mom, you home?" Henry called out. She coughed, clearing her throat, trying to pretend she just got there. "Yeah, I'm here. Left the office early." "Oh ok cool. Hey I'm going out for pizza with some buddies from work, want to come along?" he asked from inside his room's closet. Denise was pleasantly surprised by his invitation; she knew he was trying to dissolve any lingering tension from the birthday kiss. Since she was too embarrassed to even look at him, she declined. "Um, no, no thanks, I'm good. Feeling a little tired." She called out from the kitchen. He exited his room fully clothed, "Ah, right. Tomorrow you and your girls are going out. Gotta rest well for all the trouble you'll get in." She turned away, opening the fridge, pretending to look for something so she didn't have to look at him. "Heh, yeah that's right!" She faked a chuckle, grabbing a water bottle, heading toward her room. "Have a good night! See you tomorrow!" The rest of the night all she saw was his penis. It was burned into her retinas. By midnight the image had changed some. It wasn't just a large penis, but the abdominal region above it and the toned thighs to the left and right of it. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip. She rolled over to one side, then to her other. By 1 am, the image had changed to include Henry's chest. She rolled onto her back, attempting to force her eyes closed. She got out of bed and paced around the small room a bit. By 2:30 am she was seeing his entire male body -- his face wasn't visible. She admitted that the vision was indeed gorgeous, but would not allow herself to masturbate to it, "I will not rub my clit, I will not rub my clit..." she kept saying in her mind. She eventually dozed off at 3am. Around 10 am the next morning she woke up. Immediately the penis popped back into her head. She was alone in the house as Henry had met up with some friends to play Frisbee football. Denise held her mug of coffee, standing at the very spot she saw his cock. She looked into the empty room, replaying the event over and over. She saw him standing there drying his hair, the towel obscuring his face. In her daydream, he finished drying his hair and tossed the towel. He then looked back at her and smiled. That's all she saw for the next several hours, her nude son standing there with a half erect cock smiling at her. Denise was miserable. She went to a nearby gym she had joined and worked out extra hard. It didn't help. In fact, as she was doing crunches she felt a "coregasm" building. She occasionally got those, as some women do. She normally let it happen, enjoying it, this time she immediately stopped her crunches, moving to the lat pull down machine. She was afraid that if the coregasm overtook her she'd have Henry on her mind. Denise managed to avoid her son most of the day. As evening arrived, she left slightly early to meet her friends. She had showered, did her hair, and slid on faux-leather black dress with only one strap. There wasn't much cleavage, but one breast appeared less covered due to the way the single strap angled upward. It was like a sling almost. The tight dress came down to her mid-thigh. She was on her way to meet her friends at a restaurant. Afterwards, they'd go to a club or two. By this point she felt truly ridiculous. She felt stupid for thinking about what she had seen the previous day. Her mood lightened slightly and she was able to make fun of herself. "Cock, cock, cock, I love cock," she sang out in the same style that Will Ferrell sang the scotch song in the Ron Burgundy movie her and Henry had recently watched on TV. "Big, fat, cock. Juicy, yummy, cock," she sung to herself alone in her car. She shook her head, laughing. "You're an idiot Denise." Humming the little song in her head as she approached a stop light, she watched for it to turn green and thought about Henry again. "Henry's big cock." She sang slowly as she envisioned it again. "Such a lovely cock," she whispered in the same style of the scotch song. She sighed, shaking her head as the light turned green. "So how are things sharing an apartment with Henry?" Holly asked as the four friends sat a table waiting for their food. "Good, good, not too bad." "How's the sex?" "Holly! Ugh..." Denise rolled her eyes as her other friends laughed. Holly chuckled a bit. She was always known for having a dark sense of humor. The 43 year old, 5 foot 4, blonde was wearing a spaghetti strap brown dress that caused her equally impressive fake breasts to be a main focal point. "What? Just saying if he was my son and I moved in with him, I'd be very bad mommy." Holly continued, always going for shock value. "Does she pick on you like this?" Denise turned, asking their other friend, Claudia. "Sometimes, yes! She's crazy," replied the 34 year old of Puerto Rican descent. She was wearing a vibrant red dress, coming down to mid-thigh, with part of her lower back exposed. It went beautifully with her light brown skin and jet black long hair. At 5 foot 3, her breasts weren't enhanced like her friends, but she had a gorgeous, muscular ass -- largest of the women. "Well have you at least seen him naked, Denise?" Holly asked as Denise's heart stopped, her eyes widening. "Ha, well based on that reaction, I'm guessing you have!" "It was nothing, it just an accident. With roommates it's bound to happen," Denise explained. "Details! How big was it?" Holly prodded. "Holly, knock it off!" Their other friend, Marie, spoke up. She was the tallest of the group at 5 foot 10. Her hair was short, cut in a style that could work on a teenage boy. She was able to pull it off and make it look cute and sexy. She had recently joined the fake tits club, thanks to her 50 year old doctor husband. Her implants were more circular and less teardrop shaped like Denise and Holly's. "She knows I'm just messing with her," Holly said, squeezing Denise's hand. "But seriously, how big was it?" Denise just rolled her eyes, "I don't know. I didn't measure it." She sighed, choosing her words carefully. "He could probably satisfy a woman, ok? I'm leaving it at that, let's change the subject." She told Holly sternly. "Fine. So girls, do we have a plan in place if one or all of goes home with a guy tonight? I'm in the mood for some black cock. Jon doesn't have too many videos of me with a black guy." Holly said. "What's Jon doing tonight anyway?" Marie asked. "Probably his girlfriend! He met a cute little college girl last month. He's with her tonight, but I told him if I brought home a guy I would text him so he could hide in the closet and film it," Holly spoke about her husband and their wild, swinging, lifestyle. "Hard to believe you two are ok with all that," Claudia pondered. "Hey, we're in love and trust each other. I've been hoping Denise will let me bring home Henry one day, but..." Holly trailed off as Denise shot her a look. They finished up at the restaurant then headed to a club, where they stayed for awhile. Upon seeing it was fairly dead for a Saturday night, the lovely ladies headed to a different one. It was nearly midnight. Denise sat at table with Marie while Claudia and Holly danced with a group of guys. She had been thinking about Henry. She wondered what he was doing and if he was asleep yet. The thoughts of seeing him naked had diminished. She only thought about going home to him and snuggling on the couch or in the bed. "Marie, Denise, I want you to meet Ed and Zack. Ed you're the tallest so you get Marie and Zack you dance with Denise." Holly said interrupted Denise's train of thought. She pushed Zack in her direction. He smiled and waved awkwardly. A few minutes later they were dancing to the fast club music. They made small talk as they faced each other. He was 24, a grad student, and was recently dumped by his girlfriend. "Ugh, so boring, I hope Henry is ok." Denise thought to herself, pretending to show sympathy for Zack. She looked around the room, and past Zack's shoulders. She couldn't see Holly anywhere, Claudia was dancing with a very tall black guy, probably a Miami Heat basketball player, and Marie was making out with Ed-- who looked about the same age as Zack. She shook her head, looking away not meaning to see her friend like that. "You ok?" Zack asked. "Mmhm, I'm fine," she replied, turning around to dance to a new song. Zack grabbed her hips as she gyrated into him. "I wish it was Henry dancing with me, we could have so much fun," she thought as Zack moved his hands to her stomach. "I could teach him how if he was afraid of this type of dancing," she said to herself, moving her hand up behind her, around Zack's neck. She closed her eyes and continued grinding into Zack. She could feel his breath on her neck and she let out a moan, "Henry, I miss you," she thought. She hadn't thought of Henry's penis for awhile, that is, until she felt Zack's erection in between her butt cheeks. She kept on gyrating and grinding to the music. "Yessss," she hissed, but Zack luckily didn't hear her as the music was so loud. She gripped Zack's neck hard and placed her free hand on top of his as it rested on her stomach. Back and forth they were moving to the music, they looked like they were dry humping -- just like most of the other people in the club. She slowly moved his hand to her right breast. It was the breast that was slightly more exposed due to the sling strap nature of her black dress. She heard Zack groan, but pretended it was Henry. She tried stopping herself, but couldn't. She thought of Henry again, saying his name in her mind. She thought about dancing with him like this, causing him to ejaculate. She tried to stop but couldn't. It was like trying to not think of elephants. Zack kissing her neck didn't help matters. She tilted her head to side a bit and he continued to kiss along her neck line as they danced. "Mmmm," she let out a moan, pretending it was Henry kissing her neck. She was interrupted from her trance by Claudia. "Hey Denise!" she yelled over the loud music, startling her friend. "We gotta go! Holly just threw up in the bathroom." Denise nodded and turned around to thank Zack. Taking her off guard, he kissed her, licking her mouth in an attempt to get his tongue inside there. She backed off and pushed him away. "Whoa! I gotta go..." Zack asked for her number, but she just kept walking, pretending she couldn't hear him. "What a crappy night." she thought to herself on the way home. It was a little after 2am. She felt stupid for thinking of Henry while dancing with Zack. "Idiot! What's wrong with me?" She stood in Henry's doorway watching him sleep in his bed. He was out cold. After a few moments, she whispered, "I'm sorry baby." She headed to her room, changed clothes, and went to sleep feeling nothing but shame. Chapter 6 April was another interesting month. The relationship between Denise and her son hadn't changed from the courteous and friendly vibe it had become. The tension was still there though. Denise could feel it, surmising he could too. They weren't as affectionate and no longer slept in the same bed. Denise thought about his naked body daily, though less and less each day. She thought about that night dancing with Zack occasionally, but tried not to, as she was so ashamed of her thoughts. Near the end of the month, the tension has lessened. Denise had, in a way, forgiven herself for recent thoughts. She and Henry gradually spent more time in the same room together. They'd watch TV more often and were more talkative. They were sitting on the couch one evening sharing a pint of ice cream. It had been ages since both of them had any, so they didn't want to overdo it. She spoon fed him a bite here and there, while he watched TV. "So, this weekend, I'm going out again. I'd love if you came with me." Denise said, trying to keep their friendly momentum going. A casual invite to hang out should do the trick. "Ugh...I think I'll pass." "Please? It'll be fun!" She said, eating another spoonful of ice cream. "No. And if you ask me one more time, I'm going to kick you out of my apartment." Denise laughed heartily, "Oh really?" "Try me." "Henry, will please go out with me and my friends this weekend?" "Nope." He pointed to the door. "Leave." She stuck out her bottom lip to pout. "Please, please, pretty please?" He slowly reached over to grab the pint of ice cream, setting it on the table. He turned and faced his mother. In a rapid movement he dove into her, grabbing her sides and picking her up as she squealed. He carried her over his shoulder to her room, throwing her on the bed. "Start packing, woman, time for you to leave!" "No!" she cried out like a stubborn child, bouncing on the bed. She grabbed Henry by the back of the head before he could stand back up and pulled him down to her; she reached around and started tickling his sides. She had him now. There was no way he could escape. She kept tickling him into submission. He writhed and rolled around on the floor as his mother pounced on him. He flipped around on his back, with Denise straddling him. She held his hands to the floor, trying to keep him from tickling her. With his hands pinned to the floor she hovered over his face, her red tank top covered breasts smashing into his chest. "I've got you." She smiled wickedly. He sighed and smiled back. Seeing his smile made her so happy. It was as though they were getting back to the way things were. "So are you going with me or not? It'll be fun not to be stuck in the apartment Saturday night, won't it? We can dance, and talk, and hang out. You know? It's been awhile." Henry nodded, acknowledging that they hadn't really hung out in the last month. "Please? For mommy!" Denise asked again, bending down to kiss his cheek. She thought she could feel something stirring in his shorts, but it may have been his belt buckle. "I just hate going to places like that. It's crowded, I can't move around freely. You know?" "I know baby, but I'll be there, I'll make sure you're comfortable." "If I go," he continued, "I'm going to have to be slightly drunk to deal with it." Denise laughed, "Is that right? Well, I'll make sure you are buzzed and feeling good, alright?" She asked inches from his face. "Fine. I'll go," he rolled his eyes, annoyed at the situation. "Yay!" she cried out. She released his hands to hug him, wrapping her arms around his head and holding him tight. This caused her breasts to smash even harder against his chest. They would lay like that for a few moments. Henry ran his hands slowly up and down her sides and back. It felt like old times, those summer nights in their pool. She again thought she felt something in his pants, but just assumed it was his belt. Henry then lifted her red tank top, just slightly, so that that her lower back was exposed. He traced his middle finger up and down the lumbar vertebrae. Denise smiled, closing her eyes as she lay there on top of him. "I like this. I really like this. I wonder if he does too? I wonder if this makes him aroused?" she thought. "Stop Denise," she told herself, but her admonishment didn't come as quickly this time. She wasn't as angry with herself either. "Ok get off me." He said, spanking her bottom. She obliged and they stood up. "Alright, well I gotta shower and head to bed." Henry said, exiting the room. "Ok, see you tomorrow." She watched him leave, unable to stop smiling. That was a great night for them. She felt they reconnected a bit. She told herself that she wouldn't kiss him on the mouth and she would just relax, have fun, and enjoy this -- whatever this was. She lay in bed that night thinking of them dancing at the club. She pictured the two of them dancing, with the possibility of feeling his erection. "I wonder what it would feel like? I bet it's really big when fully erect. I wonder when he last had sex?" she thought as she lay there looking up at the ceiling in the moon lit room. "Stop it Denise!" she said aloud. She rolled over, eventually falling asleep with a smile on her face. Chapter 7 The brand new club was packed full. It was Saturday night and this was the grand opening weekend. Denise, Henry, Marie, and Claudia all sat at the same table. Denise looked beautiful in a strapless tan colored short dress. It had a darker flowery pattern to it. Her hair was pulled back into a cute pony tail. Holly joined them a few minutes later when her date arrived. Holly introduced the group to Rodney, a tall, hugely muscular, black man. She finally found a black guy for her husband to film her having sex with. Denise was relieved since this meant she may not have to worry about Holly getting her nasty hands on Henry. Henry was already buzzed by the time he asked Claudia to dance. He had been looking at her all night. Her gorgeous brown skin, highlighted by the sexy low cut white dress. He took a swig of his rum and coke and asked her. She said yes without hesitation. This made Denise feel a twinge of jealousy. "Do you want me to dance near you in case you get claustrophobic or something? It is pretty crowded in there. I can help find a path out for you." Denise asked, pulling at his arm, as he and Claudia walked to the dance floor. "Nah I'm good," Henry replied with a glazed look on his eyes. Denise sighed, looking around for that predator Holly. Thankfully she didn't see her. They were best friends, but Holly had made somewhat inappropriate remarks about Henry ever since he was in high school. This always bothered her. Deep down she knew why, she just hadn't yet admitted it to herself. Denise continued chatting with Marie and a little while later Henry and Claudia returned. She noticed he had his right hand on her juicy, plump, ass. She looked away, trying not to be annoyed. But she was. "You got him next Marie," Claudia said, handing Henry over to her. Denise turned back toward Claudia as she heard this, she was fuming. "What about me?!?" She thought to herself. "Ugh. Guess she figured he wouldn't want to dance with his mother, so she handed him to that slut, Marie. Figures." Denise looked around the room, and still saw no sign of Holly. A long while passed and Henry hadn't yet returned with Marie. Claudia went off to dance with a few people. Eventually Denise grew tired of sitting alone. She turned down several men that asked her dance. She had enough and she got up to look for them. There were two bars in the club, one at each end. As she made her way through the crowd of people she ended up near the other bar. She saw Marie, in her hot pink and white striped dress, sitting on Henry's lap as they drank a shot. "Hmmm...ok," she thought to herself as she made her way closer. Since it was so crowded it took her forever to push through all the people. When she finally got in yelling distance, they got up and headed in the other direction into the crowd. "Shit," she shook her head and made her way back into the crowd. It seemed like 10 minutes before she saw Henry again through the jungle of people. However, he wasn't dancing with Marie, he was dancing with Holly! Her date, Rodney, must've left. She pushed and pushed through the crowd. She saw Holly's hands grabbing her son's butt. They were laughing about something, their faces inches from each other. Denise's face was red with anger. As she approached, Holly looked to her side and saw the angry mother charging through the crowd.