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

    said, sitting on the couch next them, putting his arm around his mother. Denise smiled, leaning leaned into him as the three of them sat and talked for a while. The basement was crowded with people in all their various costumes. They were dancing mostly to current hip hop songs. It was fairly crowded and not much room to move around, but Denise and Henry didn’t care. To them, they were alone, they were happy; they were having so much fun. She didn’t even notice an erection, she wasn’t even thinking about it when she danced with her son. She was mostly facing him anyway, with her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands on her waists. Their faces were inches apart as that chatted and laughed. They looked, to the untrained eye, like a couple. The car ride on the way back to Denise’s house was mostly silent. She would caress Henry’s right hand as it rested on her left thigh. The evening was almost over and there was a bittersweet sadness in the air that they both sensed. Henry stood on her porch steps on the next to last step while his mother stood at the top. This made her nearly as tall him. They were holding each other, Denise resting her chin on his shoulder, running her fingers through his dark hair, Henry running his hands slowly up and down her back. “Are you sure you can’t come in?” she asked, looking into his eyes while she ran her hands over his shoulders. “Yeah, I gotta get up early tomorrow,” he replied. The sad tone of voice and look on his face made her want ...
    to hold him and never let him leave. “We should do this more often,” she caressed his face, “I mean, if Alice is busy or something.” “Yeah, maybe so,” he nodded and sighed lightly. Denise hugged him again then slowly kissed his cheek. The embrace ended and Henry stepped away, backing down the steps. “See ya,” he said, giving a wave, slowing walking to his car. Denise waved back and watched him get in his car and drive off. She sat down on her steps, wiping her watery eyes. She thought about the wonderful evening they had just had. Her heart and her instincts were telling her that he wanted to stay, that he felt the same way about her, and that he lay awake in bed at night wondering about everything that’s happened this year too. She reminded herself that even if that was the case that they would never cross any line. It was too late. Chapter 13/b] Thanksgiving was horrible. Denise drove roughly four hours to Tampa, Florida to visit her aunt Joanne. She had a decent relationship with her family, but they weren’t close. She was probably closest to her twin sister, who ironically lived the furthest away in LA. But she saw a few relatives she hadn’t seen in awhile, including a younger cousin named Rachael, which was nice. Also, her aunt and husband were going through some marital problems, creating an awkward atmosphere. Henry didn’t accompany her. They had decided to meet up for dinner Friday night. Alice would be there of course. Friday night was a boring meal with Alice and ...
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