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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

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 ...