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Denise's Year

Date: 4/11/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female solo, Incest, Interracial, Male / Older Female, Older Male / Female, Romance, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 95.9, Source: sexstories.com

turning around to face her. “I don’t know about that. I ruined the evening last time.” Denise just chuckled, looking to the floor. “Yeah, you did.” “I’m so sorry mom,” he replied. “You’ve already apologized. So don’t worry about it.” He nodded, “I promise I won’t drink any this time.” “We can drink, just in moderation. One of us will need to be the designated driver.” She said, inching closer to him in the kitchen. “I will,” he answered immediately. “It’s your birthday, you should have a few drinks.” “Maybe I’ll drink too much to get you back for last time!” She joked, jabbing at his side. “Hey!” he smiled down at her. They both looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. “Can I have a hug?” Denise asked. “Of course!” he smiled, bringing her close to his body. He felt so warm, she missed this so much. She closed her eyes and thought about how much she loved him. “Thirty-eight, eh? Wow. You don’t look a day over 30.“ “Thank you, Henry,” she whispered, her eyes still closed. He broke the hug, “Well I’ll be your chaperone and make sure you get home safe. They’ll be hundreds of men trying to dance with you. As long as you save one dance for me, then it’s ok.” Denise laughed , slapping at his stomach. “Ok silly.” She was going all out. If this was the last time her and Henry would hang out before she left later in the summer, she wanted it to be epic. It was her 38th birthday. She wanted to be sexiest thing in that club. She wanted every man to look at her and want to be with ... her. If that meant her own son, then so be it. She wanted to be more fun than Holly, she wanted to be sexier than Holly, and she wanted her boy to see that she was. She was going to wear a hot new dress, she would be irresistible. If, Henry had some latent desire for her, she would bring it out. She knew in the back of her mind that if something happened between the two of them that it would potentially alter their lives. She ignored those thoughts. “Mmm,” she moaned as she looked at herself in the mirror, burying any thoughts of shame. She turned from side to side examining her bombshell figure. Instead of her long straight hair, she curled it a bit. She brushed her wavy locks off her shoulders, smiling at what she saw in the mirror. Her hair was perfect, her dress was perfect, her tits were perfect, and her ass was perfect. “If there is ANYTHING at all going on in that boy’s head, tonight it will surely be made known.” She said, sliding her hands up and down her sides, squeezing her breasts. She would blow Henry away with her dress, with her dancing, and with how awesome she was – or at least thought she was. “If I was a man, I wouldn’t be able to resist me. Maybe Henry won’t be able to either.” She thought, as she no longer admonished herself for thinking this way. She looked in the mirror, nodding, realizing what having this strategy admitted about her own feelings toward him. “You ready baby?” Denise said, entering the living room to find Henry sitting on the couch. His ...