1. Denise's Year


    Date: 11/7/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female solo, Incest, Interracial, Male / Older Female, Older Male / Female, Romance, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 95.9, Source: sexstories.com

    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, laughter, 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 other’s 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 this 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, ...
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