Denises Year

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.

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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.