Soul Food Pt. 01
An adopted son fulfills his father's request.
Soul Food part one

By

Soul71

Thanks WA001 for the edits.

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Ten years ago...

A raggedy, dirty, homeless boy was scurrying through the trash of the home of a wealthy black couple. His thin limbs shivered as he dug for scraps that had been thrown away. He didn't like doing this, yet it was better than staying at the home the agency had placed him in. He tried to help. He really did. Yet no one, not his case worker, not the cops, no one believed him. Then once they were all gone he got beaten within an inch of his life. Once he was healed enough to walk he fled that house. The first night out on the street was the scariest of his life. He was given up as a baby, so he didn't know his mother or where to look for her if he even wanted to. Still, he did try to help the girls that were still in that house. However, since being on the streets he learned no one cared enough to lend a hand, you were on your own.

"Jack pot!" The disheveled boy said, as he held open the pizza box. "Pineapple?! Who puts pineapple on pizza!"

"Ew! Daddy! Some boy is eating out of the garbage!" Shawna called out for her father.

He stood there like a deer caught in the headlights before the box fell from his hands. He knew from the months he's been on the streets of what to expect from being found out. He had thought he was quiet; his hunger and the cold got the better of him. Turning to run, yet strong hands took a hold of him by the shoulders.

"Boy?! What are you doing... my God, Helen!" He tried to wiggle out of the man's grip, he knew if he was too rough he would tear the only piece of clothing he had that wasn't filled with holes to stave off the cold. His head shot back as the man squatted down, his big thumb pulling down the boy's lower eyelid looking for signs of malnutrition.

"Where're your parents?" He could see concern in the man's big brown eyes. Tilting his head at the strange word. What exactly were parents?"

"I don't have any," he said, wondering when the man was going to let him go.

"George what is it?" Helen asked, walking out in a dark blue dress shirt. Her black skirt hugged her hips tightly, her ebony hair brushed along her jawline as she walked hurriedly to the side of the house.

"Fetch some of Will's old clothes, and fix a plate for a hungry boy," George said, over his shoulder as his wife rounded the corner.

"Boy?! What... oh my... sweety look at you!" Helen's eyes grew wide at the sight of the boy no older than her daughter. "When's the last time you had a bath?!"

"What day is it?" He asked, as he looked up at Helen.

"It's Thanksgiving, do you know what that is?" Helen asked, her warm smile spread along her lush, full lips. "Well come," she held out her hands to him when the boy shook his head, "we'll teach you what it is." Shooting her husband a nod knowing they would be taking the boy in for the night. It was the least they could do. She for one wasn't about to allow him to wander the streets, not with how cold it was going to get that night. "So when was it, when you last had a bath that is?"

"When I ran away," He stated wondering why these people were being so nice.

"Why did you run away?" Shawna asked, peering around his back.

"They were hurting them, I tried to help, I really did. Yet no one believed me. I got this..." Pulling up his shirt, showing the red jagged scar he had gotten from the beating six months ago. "For trying to stop the bad man from hurting them." Pulling down his dirty, filthy, weather beaten shirt at their gasps.

"What do you mean hurting them?" Helen asked, her DA instincts kicking in.

"Every night when I was placed in that house. I'd hear the girls there cry and scream."

"Was there a girl like me there?" Helen asked, her hands gesturing to her adult body.

"Yes, but she couldn't hear. She talked like this," He said, moving his fingers around.

"You mean she was deaf?" George inquired.

"I guess..." He shrugged his shoulders. "So can I go now?"

"Go?! Son... What's your name by the way?" George asked, knowing his wife, she would be putting in a call to her office the moment they got the boy settled.

"I've been called lots of things," he said, as he hadn't heard the worst of it.

"Like what?" Shawna asked, her interest peeked.

"Ass. Son of a whore. Nothing but a waste of space. If I didn't need that check..."

"Okay. How about we call you Donny, would you like that?" Helen asked, trying not to tear up. Her heart nearly broke when the boy simply shrugged his shoulders. She couldn't think of what this white, dirty, boy had been through the months he's been on the street given the state of his clothes. Obviously, he had found the pair of pants he was wearing somewhere. Did his best to keep them up with the bit of rotten rope. Still she knew even with that his t-shirt would do no good with the dropping temperatures as she saw his teeth chattering.

"So can I go?" Donny asked, once again.

"Donny, you're staying with us tonight," George said, in a stern but warm voice. "I bet you're starving... I take that as a yes," he chuckled as Donny's stomach answered him. "We have a nice turkey, dressing, green beans, yams, sweet potato pie, collard greens. Would you like some?" George asked, with warm caring eyes. Flashing Donny a toothy grin as he nodded. "But first we'll going to have to give you a bath. Will that be okay?"

"Why are you being so nice?" Donny asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Because it's the right thing to do, Donny," Helen said, the back of her fingers ran down his left cheek. Her hand squeezed her husband's forearm tightly as Donny inadvertently recoiled as if he's been struck. How she just wanted to take him into his arms.

"How about we go get you cleaned up and into some warm clothes," George said, keeping his anger at bay at those that would cause a boy so young such pain.

"Then I can eat?" Donny asked, tilting his head. Wondering why he needed to be clean. He was just going to get dirty once they kick him out.

"Until this tummy is nice and big," Helen stated. Her nails scratching along his stomach causing Donny to giggle. She thought that smile was just beautiful and that giggle just as cute as a button.

"I'll get Will to dig through his clothes and see if we can't find him something to wear for the night," George said, as he took hold of Donny's right hand.

"I think I can rangle your mother and my sister in helping me clean this little one up," Helen said, smiling down at Donny as she held his left hand as they walked to the front door of their home.

"I want to help too!" Shawna said, running up to her mother's side.

"You can fix up the couch in the den for Donny," Helen said, brushing her hand along her daughter's hair.

"Helen why are you bringing that dirty cracker into this house?" Stan, George's brother, asked as the family noted the sound of the door. Unlike George, Stan had dropped out of school and took to the gang life. He had just gotten out of prison after five years. Where he had gotten his GED only because his mother told him it was the last time she was going to put him up once he got out, the next time if or when he went in he was on his own. She was tired of it. Then again, it would be his third strike and that would mean life. Stan wasn't stupid, he knew he didn't want to be in prison for life. He hated the last five years.

"Who I bring into my home is none of your damn business!" Helen hissed as her eyes narrowed.

"Stan!" The smack, Dorthey -- George's and Stan's mother -- gave upside her son's head resounded through the house. "I raised you better!"

"Ma!"

"Don't you Ma me! I should beat..." Her voice trailed off as she dragged her son out of the rear door of her son's home.

"Helen he does ask a, while crude, but important question, so why did you bring that boy into your house?" Suzie -- Helen's sister -- asked her older sister. Her sweater sat tight to her chest detailing her 32B breasts. Her low cut jeans hugged her hips as her brown eyes gazed at Donny.

"Really sis? Are you blind? If you can't see that this boy needs help then I don't know what's wrong with you," Helen sighed shaking her head.

"But that's what the cops are for..."

"So the boy can be held at a police station for who knows how long until child services finally shows up, and that's if they can find someone on a holiday. When I, and my husband, have a nice big house, lots of space, and plenty of food to share with a starving boy. Are you telling me I should just turn a blind eye to him?" Helen asked her sister heatedly.

"Any of you that have a problem with this, there's the door, see yourselves out," George growled gesturing to the front door. "Those that don't live in this house don't have a voice in this matter, am I clear!" His eyes looked around at his in-laws who nodded in support, and his relatives were tight lipped thinking the boy would be better off elsewhere.

"You have crackers?!" Donny asked, his stomach rumbled in agreement. "Are they yummy crackers?"

Helen released a soft giggle as Donny looked up at her with those soft green eyes. "We do... but those will spoil your appetite, and I plan on feeding you some hot, yummy, filling food. But first... bath time!"

"Go on, I'll find Will," George said, winking at his wife. He loved this side of her. He knew she's been wanting another child for so long since Shawna had started middle school seeing she no longer needed that much supervision.

"Do you need help?" Dorthey asked, standing in the doorway to the kitchen once she had given her youngest son a tongue lashing.

"Yes... I think this one is going to be a handful," Helen said, smiling down at Donny giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Casting her sister a glance before she lead Donny to the downstairs bathroom.

Helen and Dorthey gasped as a large shard of glass wrapped in tape, and a switch blade tumbled out of the pants Donny was wearing.

"Donny! Why do you have these?!" Helen asked, worryingly.

"I'm small. Small things don't last on the streets, lots of bad people out there that would like to do... things. Small things need something to protect themselves from the bad ones," Donny said, in that distant tone.

"But Donny, you aren't a small thing, you're a person, a human being," Helen said, lovingly. Tears began to gather in her eyes at the confused look in his eyes.

"What's a person...?" Donny was taken aback as Dorthey and Helen wrapped him in hug not caring if their clothes got dirty due to his soiled body. He could hear Helen whisper: 'What did they do to you?!'

"Honey! What happened to you?!" Dorthey shrieked as they pulled off Donny's shirt exposing all the scars he had gotten from abusive homes.

"George!" Helen yelled. The sound of feet thundered through the house.

"What is it?!" George asked, thrusting open the door. His eyes widening in terror as he saw the massive scars on the boy's back. It seemed to him not an inch of his skin didn't have a scar marring it.

"Get my phone and the camera!" Helen said, her voice trembling.

"Holy!" Stan stood there in shock as he took note of the life the boy had lived.

"Don't just stand there, either close the damn door or... something!" Dorthey snapped at her son as all the members of both families tried to push their way into the doorway.

"Donny, don't, it's okay," Helen whispered as he fumbled to try and put his shirt back on. "No one is going to hurt you," she said, in a pleading voice, yet she could see he didn't believe a word.

"Stan?! What are you doing?" George asked, seeing his brother setting down a sheet in the den. His eyes flickering to the barber kit that sat on the seat of the wooden chair.

"Okay, I was an ass," Stan muttered as he placed his kit on the coffee table. The white sanex strip sat beside the cape. Scissors, combs, clippers, and anything else he might need sat snuggly in their pockets, tools he had gotten when he was in prison. He knew he was a screw up; Stan wasn't planning on screwing up again. "Thought I could give the boy a haircut... I've done some things, things I'll always regret, but who can do that to a kid?!"

"I know..." The two brother's hugged for a long time both contemplating on the evil that still lingers in the world.

******

"Now Donny do you mind if I take some pictures of you?" Helen asked, once they had finally gotten all the dirt off of his body. She tried not to let the sight of the scars get to her, yet that was easier said than done.

"Pictures?! Why?" Donny asked, going on the defensive. Wondering if they were one of the bad ones.

"So I can make sure the bad ones that did this to you are punished and help those girls," Helen said, as she knelt on the floor.

"You believe... me?" Donny asked, tilting his head.

"Oh honey... anyone would if they saw..." Dorthey's lip trembled.

Donny looked at Dorthey, he had liked her, she made him laugh. He had forgotten what that was like. On the street, during the night he learned how to be silent, so the bad ones never found him. "You can make them go away and help the girls?" Donny asked, looking at Helen.

"Oh yes! I'll make sure they get everything coming to them," Helen said, nodding her head vehemently. "I can try to find your mother too, if you like."

"Why?"

"Wouldn't you like to be with her?" Helen asked, confused at his tone.

"No, she left me, so I don't want her either," Donny said sternly, with a nod.

"Okay, I think that would be enough," Helen said, laying the polaroid on the sink counter. "Do you remember the address of the place with the bad man and the girls?"

"Mmmhmm," Donny hummed. "Had to remember it so I wouldn't be near it when I looked for food."

"Can you tell me it?"

"1132 Conway Rd."

"Okay, see now your clean and that's taken care of, let's eat!" Helen said, smiling warmly at Donny once they dressed him in Will's old clothes. Dorthey nodded to Helen as she lead Donny to the kitchen.

Helen paced the hallway as she contacted her office, detailing how and what she saw of Donny's injures, then contacting social services. She knew no one would answer, the office was closed; yet she left a message with the director informing them of the boy they have in their custody and to contact her the moment they get the message. She really would like to know what Donny's real name was. As soon as she called the necessary people, and the police, she began to weep, burying her face in her husband's chest as she felt him wrapping her in his arm.

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Eight years later...

Helen stood at the sink in the kitchen as she prepared to make lunch for her family on that Saturday afternoon. A loving smile formed on her lips as she thought back to the first time Denis (Donny's real name once she had reported to social services the Monday after the holiday), had a genuine smile on his lips. It was hard, so hard, nevertheless, she was granted the right to adopt Denis. She wasn't about to allow him to go through any more than what he had already been through. Was life hard for them during the first year? Yes. She always found little things hidden away that told her he was ready to run if he had to. She knew it would take time to earn his trust given his past. And yet that day did come, how her heart wept when for the very first time Denis held her hand all on his own. Then tears when he hugged her out of the blue, then the most joyous thing happened he told her he loved her and called her Mom for the very first time.

Helen knew he struggled in school; it took a lot of hard work to get Denis up to par with the peers of his age. She had heard his frustration as he worked on his homework. While she wanted him to go to college, that dream was only a dream. If her son wanted to he could stay with her and George for the rest of his days. She wasn't about to let him back out into the world that had hurt him and let him down so much.

A loving light appeared in her eyes as she heard the wheels of her husband's wheelchair rolling into the room. Three years ago, a tweaker had stormed the hospital that her husband worked at when he wasn't at his private practice. Thinking he could storm the room where they stored all the drugs. Being the man that he is, George tried to talk the man down, she was thankful that he was already in the hospital when the man shot him; however, her husband would never walk again. Which meant while he did take care of her needs as best as he could given their new situation. When the news about George's loss of his legs reached the family, Denis worked twice as hard to make sure the den was setup as their new bedroom. Took another month to set up the downstairs bathroom to accommodate George so he wouldn't have trouble getting in and out of the tub. During the construction Denis was there to make sure his father was cared for. Helen was so proud of her son, and he definitely was her son, no one could ever take that away from her; nor was she ever going to let them. During the first year, she had talked with George about finding his real mother in case she or Denis wanted to be with each other. When she finally brought it up to the now eleven-year-old Denis he said: 'You're my Mom, whoever she was to me died the moment she gave me up.'

Helen never brought it up or further looked for the woman that gave him up. She knew, number one: Denis wouldn't like it; and two: to him she was his mother, and truly that's all she really cared about.

"Helen?" She felt her heart race, something that always happened when he was around, yet this racing was for a different reason. It was what he had asked her last night. Before his shooting they had sex if not every day, at least four times a week given their busy schedules. Three years without being fucked by something that wasn't rubber and/or metal was getting very old. She would never cheat on her husband. So when he asked her what she thought about finding someone for her to fill the need that he could no longer fill, she was in shock to say the least. However, George had one stipulation to it, it had to be someone he knew and someone he trusted with all his heart to treat his wife right. "Have you given any thought to what I asked you last night?"

"George... Are you sure this is what you want?" Helen asked, peering back at her husband as she held the celery in her hand waiting to be washed to be chopped into the chicken salad she was preparing.

"Honey," rolling further into the kitchen, "I know you well enough to know how frustrated you are. I know, you say simple oral is enough for you and the dildos and whatnot," George said, holding up his hand as his wife started to speak. "And I'd rather not find out that you're cheating on me with some man that I may or may not know. I know you haven't, but I can see the need in your eyes baby, and I want you to have that. It's not like my junk works anymore anyway."

"George! Don't you dare degrade yourself, I'm very happy with your tongue," Helen stated, although the thought of having a nice hard, hot, blood engorged cock deep within her cunt. Shooting load after load of that white hot spunk into her womb did make her mound quiver in anticipation. "Plus... I am not fucking Stan!" Smiling when her husband laughed.

"Didn't know my brother was on the menu, glad to hear he's not," George said, with a twinkle in his eye.

"If not Stan then who?" Helen asked, placing her hand on her hip, shooting her husband a look.

"Who do you see out there?" George asked, nodding to the backyard.

"You can't mean..." Her head snapped towards the window that overlooked the inground pool. Volbeat's 'Live to Die' played as she watched Denis as he danced around the pool using the skimmer as a guitar. They had a salt filter system in their pool, so they never used chemicals. Watching how he 'headbanged', the sunlight glistening along his skin. Denis never went without a shirt on unless it was at home, and even that took a few years to do. Noting the muscles that sat beneath that marred skin of his. Something his father had helped him get out in their garage as he taught Denis to box to work out his anger issues. To her mind she had to agree, beating on a weight bag was better than Denis getting charged with battery. Her hand clenched in anger at those that caused her boy such pain. Crushing the celery as she did. "What about...?!" Helen clammed up as she heard footsteps on the stairs. She knew ever since Shawna was seventeen that she was in love with Denis. Shawna wouldn't go into great detail, she learned that from the visit to the principal's office of the high school they both attended. They had threatened to kick Denis out when it was he trying to defend his sister from being groped when Shawna had stated flatly that she didn't want anything to do with the boy. Watching her daughter placing a kiss on her father's cheek, waving to her as she had a towel resting on her shoulder before bounding joyfully out the door in a -- in her mind -- far too small red bikini.
"I think our daughter is wise enough to understand," George said, resting his chin in his hand as his elbow rested on the armrest of his wheelchair.

Blushing madly as her husband stared at her with those loving eyes of his. George always made her feel so wanted, so desired, and so loved when he gazed at her like that. "But why Denis?!" Helen asked bashfully, brushing her ebony hair behind her ear.

"I trust that boy, with all my heart. Ever since my injury Denis has stepped up like I never thought any kid would do. Taking over Will's chores since he's been so caught up in his studies to get into med school, and mine, or the ones that require legs and height," George said, flashing his wife a smile. "Plus, Denis adores you, Helen. I know he wouldn't hurt you."

"Are you sure about this?!" Helen asked, unsure if this was wise. "He's my boy, I don't know..."

"On paper and in our hearts, that's true. Denis is as much our son as Will is, but not by blood. So you wouldn't get into trouble should it get out somehow. Now tell me sweetheart, if I rubbed your pussy right this second, I wouldn't find it all nice and wet; eager for a cock?" George asked, with a smirk.

"Okay, you got me there," Helen chuckled. "But... how will Denis take it? You know how he's..." Staring out the window her eyes falling on her son's crotch.

"I know. Whatever was done to him before he came into our lives has left him so distant from the world."

"You do realize, if I do this, then Denis is never leaving," Helen said, turning back to her husband, causing her 38D breasts to jostle in her bra.

"Thought you said, three months ago, he already wasn't," George shot back in a teasing manner.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as her husband rolled towards her. Her nipples pressed hard against her bra as they hardened rapidly. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as George's hand ran along the back of her thigh and beneath her skirt. "Mmm!" Helen moaned softly biting down on her lip so not to alert Will who was up in his room studying. Feeling his finger parting her labia, her cheeks heated at his chuckle knowing her husband was right. She was indeed very wet thinking about fucking a hard cock. Trembling as he pulled down her panties, feeling the fabric pulling away from her throbbing lips.

"Shh! We wouldn't want the kids to hear," George whispered mischievously as he buried his face between his wife's ass cheeks once she bent over.

******

"I think something more suitable is in order to listen to," Shawna said, switching over to her own iHeart radio station. Her milk chocolate skin glistened in the late morning sun. Her ebony hair swayed along her back as her tight little ass shook to the beat. "Denis?!" Her brown eye peered over her left shoulder as gazed at her brother.

"Yeah?"

"How does my new suit look?" Shawna asked, turning around, letting those captivating green eyes of his run down her body. While she wasn't a virgin, something she wished she was so she could give it to her brother. The day he had thrown that boy off of her when his friends were holding Will against the lockers. The jock had a hundred pounds on her as he pinned her against the metal lockers. She was squirming, trying to break free as she felt his hand running up her inner thigh about to slip beneath her skirt. She wanted to call for help yet he had his hand over her mouth. No one knew Denis was her brother at least not then. It wasn't until she saw his fist striking against the boy's face that she noted her brother. Shawna was too stunned to move as Denis punched him three more times, breaking the boy's nose, knocking out three teeth, and giving him a black eye. It wasn't until she heard the clicking of Denis's knife that drew her out of her fear. Trying to pull Denis off of the boy as he held the blade against the boy's cheek just below his eye hissing: 'Touch my sister again, I'll show you how much I've learned living on the streets, you wanna-be thug!"

Even after the fallout, which she defended her brother given how there were teachers around that didn't lift a hand to stop the almost assault. Shawna felt herself falling for her adopted brother. When her father was paralyzed she sank deeper as Denis worked himself to the bone to get the house ready for their father's return. Denis might not be their brother by blood, that didn't take away the feelings she had for him as a sister, and for the man he was growing into. Remembering the dinner they were all at to celebrate his eighteenth birthday two months ago. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him as they all showered him in gifts and love.

"Umm..." Denis was tongue tied as his eyes ran down his sister's body. Feeling his body reacting as the micro bikini did little to cover Shawna's 36C breasts. "I-it looks good sis," he said, quickly dropping his head back down to the water.

Shawna loved how red his cheeks got. It was the reason she wore the micro bikinis. She'd never wore them to a public pool or the beach at the lake, yet here in their backyard, she would, just to see her brother flustered at her twenty-year-old body. A body that couldn't wait to feel his hands when the time was right. That day was coming soon, she planned on doing it on the first day of spring break, so they could spend the rest of the week exploring each other.

A coy smirk was on her lips as she sauntered over to the lounger. Her brother might not have the mind that she has seen at her college, yet brains weren't all there was in making a woman fall in love. She knew, due to her brother's past, that was impossible. That didn't mean her brother was stupid, Denis just never had the advantages she or Will had when he was growing up. She certainly wasn't going to allow anyone -- family or otherwise -- to put Denis down due to the evil of the people the state had placed him with.

"Denis, would you mind coming over here and rub some sunscreen on me?" Shawna asked, as she bent at her hips, her ass pointing at him knowing how the small strip of fabric that covered her mound was working overtime to keep her pussy covered.

Denis was speechless as he stared at his sister's ass. He wasn't an idiot; he had seen how she looked at him. He might not have close relationships with people that weren't his family, since after what he had gone through, trusting people was a very hard thing to do. He knew what she was thinking when he first noted his sister's gaze. He just never said a word about it. Denis wasn't about to do anything that would make his mother and father send him away. He didn't know if he could deal with the rejection if they did. They were the very first people that ever treated him with kindness. He wasn't about to mess that up.

"Umm... sis?!"

"Come on Denis, surely you can help out your sister," Shawna said, as she peered back at him. Biting her lip as her eyes flickered down at his groin. How she couldn't wait to feel her brother's lips on her tight little pussy. Even if they were brother and sister, she was glad she had the chance to marry him. She didn't know if she could deal with her brother marrying another woman.

"O-okay..."

******

"Now what do you have there young man?" Helen purred to the empty room as her eyes noted how her son tried to hide his bulge. George had retired to his room to rest before he had to go into work that night. They had sold his BMW for a truck that had a lift installed and hand controls so he could keep his freedom without relying on anyone to drive him about. She remembered how Denis was laughing as he rode beside his father as they pulled into their driveway. Wiping away a tear with the back of her hand at how close those two were. Before George had lost the use of his legs, he was very well endowed. She wondered what her boy was like as she watched how Denis walked around the edge of the pool towards where his sister rested on the lounger. Helen knew after three years she was the tightest she's ever going to get due to giving birth to two children. It didn't matter how big he was, it was the fact that he had a hard cock that she could sit on and simply ride it to her heart's content.

Her hand held the spoon mixing the ingredients for their upcoming lunch. While she loved the feel of her husband's tongue on her cunt, Helen's mind just couldn't stop thinking of what it would be like if she was lining her son's bed. Wondering how he would squirm as her masterful hand caressed that hard cock of his. The way her lips would feel as they wrapped around it. The moans he would produce as she brought her son into the world of sex. She knew his struggles with forming close relationships since starting high school. It took Denis two years to grow close to them, another with the rest of their extended family. However, he was always cold, always distant to strangers. Helen didn't know if he realized it or not, yet he would always mumble: 'Must watch for the bad ones. Must not let them near Shawna.' How it broke her heart that he still thought the world was still out to get him. She had hoped that through the years they had helped to show that not all people were 'bad' as he knew from his rough, hard life that he had to live.

Watching how Denis's hands moved along her daughter's back. Feeling her chest becoming flushed as she thought about what it would be like if it was her on that chair. Feeling the hands of the man she was going to make love to. She wondered if George knew what he was doing when he had suggested this. Knew that they might grow... shaking her head at that. Helen wasn't about to neglect her husband, not when he's given her this chance to keep their marriage intact. If she was truthful with herself, she had felt her eyes wandering when they shouldn't have been. Had those thoughts that said: 'George wouldn't know. He'll never find out. It will only be a one-time thing.' Helen was glad she never listened to them. She knew that would one: hurt her husband so deeply; two: lose the respect and love of her children; and three: Denis would never look at her the same way ever again.

Feeling her thighs rubbing together as she snapped the lid on the Pyrex bowl as she watched how Denis's hands ran along the inside of Shawna's thighs. Wondering if she should get her own suit out and have her son touching her body. Pondering if she should slowly seduce her son, or simply take him by the hand and lead him to her bedroom. However, first, she needed to speak with Shawna. Helen didn't want her to find out by accident and she needed to get her okay. She didn't want to hurt whatever feelings she had for Denis. If they did ever get together she wanted her children happy. Still that didn't mean she wasn't going to visit her son's bed when she needed a good fuck if they got married.

Placing the bowl into the refrigerator, a soft moan escaped her lips as her hands ran along her breasts as she straightened out the wrinkles in her shirt. She loved it when George would suck on them. Feeling her womb quiver at the thought of what Denis's lips would feel like on them. Clearing her throat, trying to calm her body down as her hands ran along her hips. Feeling how soaked her panties were due to the tongue lashing George had given her. Breathing out a sigh, Helen couldn't believe she was going along with this. Yet she also couldn't deny how horny and how hungry she was for a hard cock. Knowing if she didn't do this, then it would be her on her back with some strange man's cock in her. That was something she was hoping to avoid.

"Denis?" Helen called out as she walked out the back door. Keeping her smirk hidden when she saw how fast his hands shot away from Shawna's body. "Why don't you go wash up, lunch will be ready in an hour," she said, as her flats resounded along the patio pavers. She felt her daughter's frustration as Shawna sighed. Yet what she had to say had to be done in private.

"O-okay," Denis said, quickly grabbing his shirt and covering his hard-on as he got to his feet. Walking past his mother red faced hoping that she didn't see his erection.

"Mom! Couldn't you have waited... like five more minutes!" Shawna said, in a small frustrated cry.

"I'm sorry baby, but I really need to talk with you," Helen said, trying not to smile at Shawna's muffled cry into her towel as she walked around the end of the lounger.

"So... what is it that you need to talk about?" Shawna asked, turning her head to look at her mother as she lowered herself onto the lounger next to her.

"Sweetheart, I know you've been trying to get Denis to see you as something more than a sister," Helen said, smirking at her daughter's shocked eyes. "You aren't very subtle in going about it."

"Are... you telling me to stop?" Shawna asked, feeling her heart racing.

"Oh no honey," reaching out lightly touching her daughter's arm, "I'm not telling you to stop..."

"Okay, then what are you trying to say?" Shawna asked, quickly sitting up.

"You know ever since your father's injury, he's not able to perform..."

"Ew! I don't want to know about you and Dad having sex," Shawna teased.

"Hush you!" Helen chuckled lightly, slapping her daughter's hand playfully. Sighing lightly, "That's what I want to talk to you about. You see it's been three years since I've been able to make love to my husband..."

"Are you thinking of cheating on Dad?!" Shawna shouted leaping to her feet. Her chest heaved in anger at the thought of her mother doing that to her father.

"Sit down," Helen said, sternly.

"Sorry..."

"Now as I was saying, your father and I haven't had sex in three years. Last night he asked me a question. A question that I'm really thinking of going through with, that is only if you're okay with it," Helen said, taking hold of her daughter's hands.

"O-okay, what does this have to do with me?" Shawna asked, confused.

"Would you mind sharing Denis with me?" Helen asked, with an almost pleading voice.

"Do what?!"

"You're father has stipulations to what he asked of me. It could only be someone he knew, and someone he trusted with all his heart to treat me right."

"And he chose Denis and not Uncle Stan?!" Shawna asked, trying to wrap her mind around all this.

"Yes. You have to understand baby, I don't want to ruin my family. I don't want to hurt my husband because honey, the thoughts have been going through my head. I know if it ever came to light you, Will, and especially Denis would hate me so much. I can't do that to you. I love being married to George, but I have needs, like any other woman."

"And Dad is okay with all of this?" Shawna asked, with a pointed look.

"Very much so, he's the one that chose Denis after all," Helen nodded. "But... what about me? What am I supposed to do knowing he's fucking you when I..."

"Honey, I know. Why I wanted to talk with you first."

"And if I say no?"

"Then I'll have to file for divorce, because I will never cheat on George," Helen said, matter-of-factly. Watching her daughter chewing on her lower lip.

"And it will only be sex, you won't fall in love with him?" Shawna asked, after a few minutes of silence.

"Baby, I would never interfere in that."

"If I agree to this, then when I -- I mean we -- start dating you and Dad have to be cool with it," Shawna said, squaring her shoulders.

"As long as you're okay, with me sharing his bed, then I'll be okay with it," Helen said, with a nod.

"Why not Will? I mean he is a guy, and Dad knows and trusts him?"

"Just like how you want Denis to be your boyfriend, if it ever came out then we wouldn't be facing charges given how Denis isn't my biological son; and I know how you've been looking at wedding magazines," Helen said, smirking at her daughter's stunned look. "You really shouldn't leave them out if it's supposed to be a secret."

"Okay... only if you promise not to cheat on Dad and not to fall in love with Denis," Shawna said, in a small voice as she hung her head. Her palms pressed against each other as her thighs squeezed them together.

"I promise, I'll never cheat on your father, and I'll do my best not to fall in love with your soon-to-be boyfriend," Helen said teasingly, as she placed a kiss on her daughter's forehead.

******

Four hours later...

Denis hummed as he sat beside his father as he drove through town. He loved being with his foster father. He knew that his anger would have gotten him into so much trouble if his father hadn't stepped in and taught him a different way to express it. Either at the weight bench or the punching bag. Remembering how his father would laugh as he looked so small as he pounded the bag. Then the encouraging words he would say as he grew older. His father might not be able to hold the bag like he had always done, yet his father was always there as he exercised. Running his left thumb along his right knuckles, looking up as his father pulled into the gas station.

"Fill her up!" George said, smiling lovingly at his son. Handing his son his debt card, he knew his son wouldn't mind walking home; or as his son had told him getting his cardo in whenever he needed him to fill up his truck. He could do it, yet it was just a hassle when it would take two minutes for Denis where as it would take five or six for him.

"Sure thing! Want me to get you a drink or something?" Denis asked, ever since father was shot he wanted to repay the kindness he and his mother had showed him for the past eight years.

"Nah, I'll pick up a coffee when I get to the hospital, but you get you something if you're thirsty," George said, patting his son's forearm. He needed the time to think of a way to approach the subject with his son.

"Y-you don't mind?" Denis asked, in a small voice as he bowed his head. Remembering the beatings he had gotten when he had asked for something.

"Son," lifting his chin to look at him, "you've been with us for eight years. I know you were hurt. Hurt like I can't even imagine, yet you know us, do you trust us?"

"Of course Dad!"

"Then never look down, you are my son, in here," George said, poking his son's heart. "Now you go get you something and fill up the tank. Stan is expecting you, and your grandmother needs you to mow her lawn for her."

"Okay," Denis said, softly.

Looking out his window trying not to tear up at the fact that his son was still affected by what was done to him. He had hoped that over the years they had shown him that they were not the 'bad ones' as he referred to the people that abused him. However, he knew that was probably always going to be a part of his makeup. George knew no one that went through what his son had gone through wasn't fundamentally changed by it. Peering over his shoulder as he heard the thunk of Denis's drink being sat on the bed of his truck. Glad that his wife had the forethought to buy a duel fuel tank truck, and thankful of the people who put both gas caps on one side of it. It allowed him to go for about two weeks without having to stop for gas.

"Here you go," Denis said, handing his father's card, along with the receipt, to him.

"Thank you," George stated stuffing the receipt with the others and pocketed his card once it was placed back into the money clip.

"No problem, you know I'll do whatever I can to help," Denis said, listening to the hiss as the pressurized CO2 vented as he twisted off the cap of his soda.

"I'm glad you said that, because I've been meaning to talk to you about something," George said, as he pulled out of the gas station. "You have to promise me that you'll listen and not overreact," he said, taking a right towards his brother's barber shop.

"I can do that," Denis replied, nodding, taking a sip.

"I'm going to say some things you might not want to hear about your parents in this manner, yet they need to be said so you can understand the context of my request."

"Okay," Denis said, arching an eyebrow at his father.
"Ever since the shooting, I haven't been able to have sex with your mother," George said, smirking a little as Denis almost spit out his drink. "We've tried a lot of things to keep our sex life alive, but I know the one thing she needs is, is something I can no longer provide for her. I'm not saying she has yet, but I know in time she will cheat on me." He felt his son's eyes on him, he knew his son, he didn't have to look to know Denis was narrowing his eyes. "As I said, she hasn't yet, or I think she hasn't yet. I can't blame her for wanting that. Especially after having sex for so long, she was going pretty much cold turkey. It's been hard on her."

"Okay, why are you telling me this Dad? Are you planning on leaving Mom?" Denis asked, going into the early stages of hyperventilation. The thoughts of when he got out school knowing he'd be forced to leave home, the one place that made him feel safe after so long, to them giving him back to the state when they broke up.

"Calm down son, nothing like that is going to happen. If it ever does, me or your mother will always take care of you," George said, his head snapped over to his son as they sat at a red light. Knowing that even if he never said a word and stopped hiding those little bundles around the house. The fear that they were going to leave him, abandon him like all the rest was still in his mind. "You're one of the best things that ever came into our lives. Me and your mother love you very much. We aren't about to leave you stranded, okay?" George said, allaying his son's fears. "As to why I'm telling you this, it's because I need you to do me a very, very, very big favor."

"As in?" Denis asked, trying to calm his nerves.

"I need you to have sex with your mother," George stated. If the cap wasn't on his son's drink he knew it would have flooded the floorboard of his truck once it fell from his son's hand.

"Y-you're joking, right?! You're just pulling my leg!"

"I'm not joking son," George said, seriously. "I'll tell you why it has to be you. One: I trust you wholeheartedly. Two: I trust you in not hurting your mother. As some stranger might do if she thought to cheat on me. Three: It can't be Will, there're laws against that sort of thing; and I don't want either one of you getting locked up for something I asked you to do if it ever came out. So it has to be you. You aren't biologically our offspring, will there be looks and gossip about it if it reached the light of day? Sure. But they can't say a thing since it's not illegal. Four: If not you, then I know Helen will file for divorce. I know her well enough to know she won't cheat on me while we are still married, and I love her that much to let her go because I can't fill the need any longer."

"I... Dad, does it really have to be me?" Denis asked, looking down at his lap.

"Yes son, I know this is a lot to ask of you. You don't know how proud I am of the man you've turned out to be. You stepped up without being asked, took on so much without a thought of getting anything out of it. You've seen me naked and at my weakest and didn't say a word. For that, I thank you son, I don't think most fathers want their sons to see them like that. I know you'll probably need time to think..."

"And if I don't Mom will leave, right?"

"She might, not at first, maybe a year, two, five. But in time she'll grow to resent me, and do something that will harm not only me, Will, Shawna, and you, but herself as well."

Denis's eyes darted back and forth. He couldn't let his mother do that. He couldn't let that happen, he owed them too much. He knew his father might say the words, but in his heart he knew his father was crying. His father had no wish to lose his mother, and like in everything he has done for Denis, his father was trying his best to find solutions to the problems that were handed to them. How could Denis turn down this request from the man that took him in? Saved his life. Showed him love when no other cared to? Was patient with him when he knew he wasn't the most easy kid in the world.

"Okay... I'll do it, but I need to talk to Mom first," Denis said, after ten minutes of silence.

"Thank you, son. Okay, that was weird, never thought I'd ever tell you to have sex with your mother," George said, his laughter filled the cab to lighten the mood. "Well... now that awkward little discussion is over," slowly pulling to a stop in front of his brother's business, "you go get your hair cut, you got to look sharp for church tomorrow. Don't forget Mom needs you to mow her lawn," George said, as Denis exited the truck.

"Okay... I won't," Denis said, with a nervous look in his eyes. "Have a good shift, see you tomorrow," he said, waving goodbye to his father before closing the door.

"Don't get into any trouble on your way home," George said, rolling down the window.

"You know me," his thumb brushing along his nose with a cocky look in his eyes, "trouble just loves me. Love ya, Dad!" Denis said, with his hand held high as he walked towards the door.

"Love you too, son," George whispered with a prideful smile on his face as he gazed at his son's back.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite nephew," Stan said, in a warm greeting and a wide smile.

"Hey Uncle Stan!" Denis said, embracing him in a warm hug. Noting how the two twenty-something black men eyed him like he had lost his mind. Smiling as they did their own private handshake before ending it in a fist bump.

"Seems like you're overdue, huh?" Stan asked, in a teasing light as he brushed his fingers through Denis's hair.

"Seems Dad agrees with you," Denis said, with a smirk. Which got a belly slapping laugh out of his uncle.

"Now I know Hell has frozen over if my own brother agrees with me," Stan said, with a twinkle in his eye. "Have a seat, I'll get you in as fast as I can."

"No problem, Uncle. I'm in no rush," Denis said, stepping over to the seats along the wall. "Where's Aunt Jill?" he asked referring to Stan's wife, as he plucked the fishing magazine off the table.

"She's in the back, had to you know go take care of her lady business," Stan said, as he returned back to his task seeing Denis nod in knowing. "So you coming to the fish fry next weekend?"

"You making that flounder again?" Denis asked, quickly looking up.

"You know it!"

"Oh, I'm definitely there!" Denis said, flashing his uncle a smile.

"That's my boy!"

"Yo ol' man, how can this cracker..." The man's words stilled in his throat as Stan cast the man in the coldest stare he had achieved in prison.

"Don't you use that word to speak about my nephew, ya hear! That boy knows more about the streets than your wanna-be self ever will. I bet if you heard half the shit he had to go through it'd curl your pansy little toes. I know it did mine, and I spent seven years in prison, and I'm a real thug," Stan said, reverting back to his gangbanger life.

"Suga' don't you be talking like that," Jill said, as she pushed past the curtain that cut off the main part of the shop with the rest. She had met Stan six years ago when she was down on her luck and out of a job. Having quit because she wouldn't wear the skimpy little outfits that the new owners wanted all the ladies to wear. She had stumbled into Stan's shop late in the afternoon as he was cutting the hair of a little white boy. She found it strange when he started to call him uncle. It wasn't until much later that she learned the truth after Stan hired her on, bringing a lot of her clients with her.

"They started throwing that word around," Stan said, nodding towards Denis. His eyes running down his wife's thick, delicious body.

"Well, I'll be, come give me a hug!" Jill said joyfully, holding out her arms causing her 38DD breasts to bounce. Smiling warmly at Denis as he rose from his seat.

"Hello Auntie," Denis said, rubbing her back as she wrapped him in a very tight hug.

"Stan's going to have to do something about this fuzz," Jill teased referring to his light stubble.

"It's on the list," Stan chuckled.

"Ida was asking about you the other day," Jill said, winking at Denis as he walked back to his seat.

"I'm adopted if you haven't figured that out yet," Denis said, looking at the two men, hearing his uncle chuckle as he took his seat. "Oh? What about?"

"She was wondering if you were going to the prom," Jill said, with a coy smile. "Alright, who's next?!" she asked, as she patted the back of the seat as she spun it around.

"Hadn't thought about it," Denis said, matter-of-factly.

"Well, if you decide to go..." Jill let the innuendo hang in the air as she clipped the sanex strip to the man's neck. "If you ever say that word again in this shop, you won't be leaving with two ears, understand?" she whispered her warning into the man's ear. Seeing the man's pale reflection in the mirror as she spun the chair around as he nodded. "Good. Now how do you want this?" Jill asked, patting the top of his head roughly.

"I'll keep it in mind."

"I hope you do," Jill said, with a warm smile. Knowing how the two of them went to the same high school. While her daughter wasn't what one would call a part of the in crowd, Ida was more focused on her academics than boys... or that was the case until she met Denis. She had seen how her daughter's glasses would fog up whenever Denis was around or whenever she talked about him. Jill found it cute. Her daughter had her very first crush.

What they didn't know was about Denis's true background and the scars that marred his body. Stan would never do that to his nephew, if Denis wanted them to know, he left it up to his nephew to fill them in.

"You're up," Stan said, gesturing to the chair once the former occupant had paid and left. "So... I heard about your match, why didn't you tell me you won the featherweight class, or that you even had a match to begin with?!" he asked, as he turned towards Denis with the biggest smile on his lips.

Denis noted the two men's looks in the mirror. He knew his uncle only said it to get that effect in them, not that it wasn't true. His father had taken him down to the gym when he was fifteen before his injury. Introduced him to the owner of that boxing gym. The man taught him how to move about the ring as Muhammad Ali, aka Cassius Clay, once said: 'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.' To him he was only good at punching things or that's what he saw as the only good thing in himself. That's why he took the beating when three so-called hoods jumped Will two months after their father's shooting. While he might have been black and blue afterwards, Denis gave just as good as he got. After that, he made sure he was there when Will got out of class. In his mind, if someone wanted to mess with his brother, then they would have to get through him. That is what brothers do for one another after all. His mother was in a fright when he limped home with his brothers help. It was only because of Will that she didn't go ballistic. He might not have Will's or Shawna's smarts he did have one thing -- Loyalty.

"Well... you two had that thing that night, I didn't want to impose given how Mom told me anniversaries were special," Denis said, feeling his cheeks heat.

"I ought'a whip your hide!" Jill hissed pointing her scissors at him.

"You tell him," Stan nodded in support.

"You should have told us. We could have gotten a later reservation or went the next night. I would have loved to have been there, cheering you on. You better tell us next time," Jill said, releasing a 'Hmpf!' before returning to her task.

"Well... I do have that match next month..." Shyly rubbing the back of his head, Denis never felt easy when he was showered with love. It felt so odd to him given his past.

"When?" Jill asked, arching an eyebrow as she stared at her nephew in the mirror.

"The seventeenth," Denis stated.

"Oh, I got to see you defending that title," Stan said, throwing a few jabs.

"Yeah, nice and smooth," Stan chuckled as he patted Denis's right cheek after he had given his nephew a shave after his haircut. "Now you better get," he said, patting Denis's back as they embraced. "Tomorrow, two o'clock, Stark's pond."

"Oh, it's so on," Denis said, smiling like a fool.

"I've never seen you so... attached before, other than with Denis that is. I know you adore Ida, yet it's different with Denis. Why's that? I'm not trying to start a fight, I'm just curious," Jill said, once the door closed.

"Ask him one day to take his shirt off, then you'll understand," Stan said, ominously.

******

It was a quarter past six as Denis jogged home from his grandmother's house. Smelling of freshly cut grass and sweat. It was only a mile, three from his uncle's barber shop, so he knew it would give him a good work out and keep him limber. By the time he arrived home his shirt was clinging to his chest. Detailing the shape of his hard muscles that he had built up over the years. He wasn't overly built, he needed to keep weight to stay in the featherweight class, however, he was indeed 'cut' as the term goes. He wasn't expecting to see his mother in the kitchen when he walked in through the back door. Denis's face instantly got flushed when what his father asked him to do flashed in his mind.

"Denis? Is something wrong?" Helen asked, her eyes slyly ran down his face noting how the sweat along his brow flashed in a sheen. To how the cotton fabric of his shirt clung to his chest, biting the inside of her check as her core began to heat. Quickly turning around, her right hand trembled as she quickly undid the top three of her buttons.

"N-nothing... just hot is all," Denis said, striving to keep his voice steady.

"Are you sure?" Her fingers scooped out a cube of ice from her glass before turning back around. Her hips swayed seductively as she approached the island counter. George had called her the moment he had dropped Denis off. Telling her that he had spoken to Denis and that after a bit of silence he was on board. "You do look a tad flushed," Helen purred, running the ice cube slowly down the valley of her breasts and back up again as she took a sip of her iced tea. Her brown eyes burned in her hunger. She couldn't believe she was about to do this with her son and yet now that the floodgates had been opened there was no turning back. "You must be hot and thirsty after all that hard work," she cooed sensuously smiling inwardly knowing she still had it in her to make a man not her husband all flustered like her son appeared to be. "How about you sit down, rest your legs while I make you something," Helen said, her lush lips curved into a taunting smile. "Nah-uh, there." Pointing to the chair at the head of the table knowing it would give Denis a perfect view of her ass.

Denis was too flustered to answer. He simply did what his mother asked. Trying to keep his eyes on something other than his mother. Yet his father's plea filled his mind. He had to do this. He had to step up for his father. He didn't want his mother to leave. Denis certainly didn't want his mother to cheat either. Lifting his head, his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard as his mother's skirt was tight along her ass. Noting the lack of panty lines as the fabric was stretched tightly.

"M-Mom?"

"What is it baby?" Helen asked, over her shoulder as she got the pitcher of tea out of the fridge.

"H-have you cheated on Dad?" Denis asked, feeling his heart going a million miles an hour.

"No," Helen stated firmly.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Sadly... yes, I have," Helen sighed as she poured her son a drink.

"Dad asked me to do him..."

"I know," flashing her son a smile as his eyes held a shocked look to them, "baby, you know I love you, love my family, love my sweet George," Helen said, seeing Denis nod. "But three years without feeling a man between my legs, feeling that bliss that they can give a woman, is a lot to ask of a woman. Don't get me wrong," her hips swayed as she walked over to the table placing his glass before him, "I'd never cheat on your father, but I would leave him, while that might, no, I know it will hurt him. It wouldn't be anything like if he ever found out that I cheated on him," Helen said, sinking into the chair beside her son. "You're just as nervous as I am."

"Really?!"

"Mmmhmm," Helen nodded. Smiling coyly at her son as she ran her hand along his thigh. Watching how he jumped in his seat, his glass trembling in his hand. "We have all night Denis, Shawna and Will left to go to a party, your dad won't get off until four in the morning. This has been on my mind all night and all day since your father asked me this last night. And you want to know something?"

"W-what?" Denis croaked as his mother's hand cupped his groin. Feeling his cock growing as she stroked it through his shorts.

"I want this. I don't want to have some stranger fucking me. I don't want to be just some piece of ass to them. I want to know I'm loved and be made love too. I could never get that if I just took some man to a hotel and allowed him between my legs. However, you my sweet boy, I know will treat me right," Helen purred. Feeling her cunt throbbing, her fingers running along her son's cock. She knew he wasn't anywhere near her husband's length, yet that didn't matter to her. This was her son; his size was the last thing on her mind. The thing that mattered most was her son was going to make her feel like a woman again, and she could hardly wait.

Denis's body was frozen as his mother lifted herself out of her chair. His heart raced as she unbuttoned her shirt. His eyes glanced up seeing how his mother was biting her lip as her 38D breasts peeked out as her shirt laid open.

"Look at them Denis," Helen said, in a husky voice once she had pulled up her bra over her breasts. "Look how much they need and want to feel your lips on them," she purred as she cradled her chocolate brown orbs. Her fingers tweaking her nipples feeling them hardening beneath her son's gaze. Her eyes flickered down as she noted the taut tent in his shorts. "How about I show you what you're about to get from your mama, hmm?" Helen purred as she licked her lips at the meal to come.

"What do you..." Denis yelped in surprise as his mother quickly turned his chair out from under the table. His nervousness rose as Helen leaned in, her fingers weaved through his hair, her hand coming to rest on the back of his head.

"Relax baby, mama isn't going to hurt you," Helen whispered before her lips embraced his. Starting slow, allowing their shared hunger to build, her hand ran down his chest. Feeling every muscle as it did before slipping into her son's shorts. Moaning into his mouth as her hand wrapped around her son's cock. "I want to taste you baby," she purred hungrily as she stared into her son's eyes. "Trust me you'll love it."

"O-okay," Denis muttered. "But I'm sweat..."

"Shh. A man is supposed to be sweaty after working so hard," Helen whispered seductively as she sank to her knees. It wouldn't be the first time she sucked a cock after a hard day's work. It wasn't her favorite thing to do, yet the need to have a cock gliding through her mouth overruled that. Her brown eyes shimmered in her need as she stared up at her son as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts. Slowly lowering them from his hips just enough for that hard rod to stand so perfectly for her. Her eyes burned, her mound quaked, her breath grew rapid as she gazed unabated at her son's seven inch cock. "Oh my, mmm... yes, you have a mighty fine cock baby," Helen said, lustfully.

"R-really?"

"Oh yes, this is going to feel so good inside of me," Helen purred before her mouth engulfed his rod. Her head rocked; her body trembled as she tasted her very first strange cock in twenty-one years of her marriage to George. "God. I want this cock baby," she said, in ravenous hunger. The sound of her hand moving along his slick cock resounded throughout the room. "Do you like mama's blowjob?" Helen asked, with a smirk as Denis moaned up to the ceiling.
"Y-yes."

"Good. Because mama loves having her son's cock in her mouth. I want you to cum in it and feel me swallowing all your tasty spunk," Helen said forcibly, running her tongue up the back of her son's cock before swallowing it once again. While her knees were killing her kneeling on that hard floor, that was all pushed aside as her tongue glided along Denis's hard pole. Feeling him trembling as she cradled his sweaty balls in her left hand. She might suck on them, yet only after he's had a shower. Sucking on his cock was one thing, sweaty balls were a different thing altogether. Bobbing her head faster, increasing her suction on his manhood as she felt that telltale twitch of his cock. The swelling of his blood engorged rod knowing the time was near. Her eyes fluttered, her moan rumbled in her chest, spilling out from around her son's cock as his cum flooded her mouth. Slowly easing off of it, she had no wish to spill a single drop of cum after three years of drought. She did want him to feel her swallowing his load, yet she thought letting him see his cum sitting on her tongue would reinforce their bond. Opening her mouth, letting him see his pooled cum as it sat on her tongue before swallowing it all. "You don't know how much I needed that. I want to thank you Denis, for doing this for us."

"I-I don't want you going away," Denis said, in-between breaths.

"Oh baby, if we do this, I'm never going away. Want to know why?" Helen asked, seeing his nod. "Because I have such a wonderful son that will make this sacrifice for his parents, so his horny mother doesn't stray from the man she loves," she said, in a loving light. "Plus, if I ride this cock, and I will, you are never leaving this house, ever!"

"You mean I'm not going to be kicked out once I'm out of high school?"

"Oh baby, we were never going to kick you out," Helen said sweetly, caressing his left cheek. "Mama is going to need you here to keep me and my pussy satisfied, and you don't have to worry about a job, given that you're helping us to keep our marriage together. You'll be given a weekly allowance to do with as you will," she said, knowing she was going to have to tell George about this.

"Cool!" Denis said, a little too excitedly. Watching his mother giggle, causing her breasts to jiggle, only making his hard-on reignite at the sight.

"Mmm!" Helen moaned at the sight of renewed life in her son's manhood. "Why don't you go up to your room and take a shower. Mama needs some time to get ready, I want this to be a special moment for us," she said, looking up at her son. Feeling her nectar hanging precariously on her clit yearning to hike up her skirt, grab that cock, and slide down on that hard pole. Letting it feel the depths of her warmth. The way her cunt would hug that cock, milking it like it's never felt before. Now that she's crossed that line, she knew they could never go back and now the only way was forward.

"O-okay," Denis said, his nervousness returning.

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to take real good care of you," Helen said, blowing her son a kiss as he climbed the stairs to the master bedroom. It was once hers until the shooting, and Denis had used the den as his bedroom now their roles were reversed. Now it acted like an apartment for Denis, she knew the space was good for him when he needed time to himself. They had even allowed him to put a small refrigerator in there for when he was gaming all night. Now it was going to be their own little love nest.

Her hips swayed as she walked into the den, seeing and feeling George's presence within the room. Smiling lovingly at her husband's picture as she tossed her shirt onto the bed. "Well girls, you ready for this?" Helen asked her breasts, as her hands lightly lifted them. Letting out a stuttering moan as she rolled her nipples. Slipping out of her shoes, her hands reached behind her as she walked towards the walk-in closet they had installed in the room during the construction to help George during his rehabilitation. Her skirt slid down her legs, pooling on the floor. The sunlight that filtered through the windows playing along her bare ass. "I wonder how Denis would have taken it that I didn't have panties on," Helen wondered aloud, giggling like a school girl. "He's going to feel so good deep within my pussy," she cooed as she ran her hand along her mons Venus. Feeling her dark ebony hair running through her fingers.

While she liked her trimmed bush as did George, she wondered if Denis would like it. She kept her labia neat and clean, yet she never liked being totally hairless. Maybe she should ask Denis, after all he was going to be tasting her sweet cunt. It was only fair to him to let him see her little mound in the way he liked it. Turning her head as she heard her cell phone ring. Hoping that no one was calling to interrupt her time. Helen didn't think she could wait any longer to have a nice hard cock stuffing her. Taking her robe off the hook that lined the back of the closet door. Smiling down as her husband's caller ID appeared on the screen once she held it in her hand.

"Hi honey!" Helen greeted her husband; her excitement laced her words.

"You sound... mmm, I can't remember the last time you sounded like this," George said, his smile could be heard over the line.

"I know baby, I know it's been hard on us these past three years," Helen said, swaying as she stood in the sunlight.

"I know it has, so... I take it, it's going well?"

"Oh yes! Better than I could imagine. I think your talk with Denis helped a lot. You know how much he looks up to you."

"I'm so glad." Helen heard his pent up sigh. "I feared you'd leave me if this kept up."

"I know, I'm not going to lie to you baby, it has crossed my mind. That would hurt me so much, because I still have a crush on you just like I did when we were in high school, you know when we made Will that night in your father's Buick," Helen said, smiling into the phone. "But don't you think our love life is going to be affected by this. More than likely, it's going to explode!" she giggled throwing her arm into the air.

"Oh! I see, I'm looking forward to it then," George said, his light mirth flowed over the line. "Oh! Check the drawer of my night stand, I got a little something for you."

"Really?! What did ya get!" Helen gasped in excitement as she sauntered over to it. "Condoms!"

"Mmmhmm. I got three different sizes so... I'm guessing you know which one to pick to fit him. All I ask is you use them until you go back on the pill. Then I don't mind you letting him cum inside of you. I know how much you love that feeling." Remembering how he sat in his room once he had bought the items, a safety pin in his hand and the condom's in the other. He wasn't doing this to hurt his boy or his wife as he and Helen always wanted a big family. They had been talking about trying for another one when he was shot. Coming to his senses, the pin dropped from his fingers, roughly shoving the condoms back into their box. Slapping his forehead knowing he was about to become just like all those people who had abused his son if he trapped Denis in getting Helen pregnant. He couldn't believe he was about to hurt his boy. Couldn't believe he allowed his insecurities to get the better of him.

"Oh honey, okay, condoms it is. I'll follow anything you ask; I want this to work out for us," Helen said, seriously.

"I appreciate that. I got to go; I'm getting paged. Go enjoy our son. You've waited so long for this. I can't believe how lucky I got with such an outstanding wife."

"And I can't believe how lucky I am to have such a loving and caring husband to let me do this," Helen said, feeling her cheeks heating at his loving words.

"Helen?"

"What is it baby?"

"I love you."

"And I love you, more than you'll ever know," Helen sighed dreamily into the phone.

"Why don't you stay the night with him, that way I won't wake you when I get home in the morning."

"You sure?" Helen asked, feeling her womb clench knowing she would be riding that cock into the late hours. Containing her mirth when she heard his: 'Mmmhmm.' Dashing into the downstairs bathroom once they had said their goodbyes. She needed to get ready, she needed to prepare her body to lay with the man that's going to make love to her. Stopping in her tracks, shaking her head at that thought. She never thought she would ever think or say those words in all her married life.

Looking at herself in the mirror once she had dried off, a light pink lipstick glided along her lips. She wanted her pussy nice and clean so that her son would get the true taste of her mound before she came upon his tongue. Rubbing her lotion into her skin that was scented with rose petals. She wanted this night to be special for the both of them. Tilting her head up at the ceiling hearing the shower in her old bedroom. A smile appeared on her lips knowing she had beaten her son out of the shower first. Snatching her robe up, thrusting open the door, marching hurriedly up the stairs to get in place before her son left the bathroom.

"Hey baby," Helen purred as she leaned against the doorframe of her old bedroom. Her robe hung halfway down her back; her right arm laid two inches below her bare breasts. Her 38D breasts sagged a little yet still held their perkiness on her thirty-nine-year-old body. Her dark brown areolas capped those delicious peaks, her nipples were like Hersey's Kisses eagerly waiting for her son to pluck upon them. The white terry cloth fabric of her robe brushing along her smooth flat stomach. The shadows that it cast hid her hungry mound from her son's gaze while exposing her left leg and her childbearing left hip and the rest of her exquisite body to her loving son. A lubricious smile formed on her lips as her son fumbled with the towel as he stood there with a gapping mouth.

"I don't think you'll be needing that, now will you?" Helen asked, pushing herself off the doorframe. Her robe sliding down her arms and crumbling on the floor. The hinges of the door produced a light groan as she pushed it closed. Reaching over as she pressed the power button on his sound system. Helen didn't want her children to hear the sounds of their love making should they come home early. The sound of the condom wrapper crinkled in her right hand as she ambled towards her son. Tossing it on his nightstand, her fingers danced along his cheeks as she passionately kissed her son. Loving the feel of her breasts as they pressed into Denis's chest as her tongue rolled in his mouth. Her hands rested on his hips as she felt his manhood awakening against her. How she loved that feeling. She prayed they could make this work. Prayed that nothing would interfere with their coupling. "Are you ready baby?" Helen whispered once their lips left each other's.

"Mom... I've..."

"Oh sweetheart," Helen cooed lovingly as she caressed his face. "It's okay to be a virgin," she stated. All the while she was elated that she was the one that was going to take her son's 'cherry'. "Just follow what I say, listen to my breathing, how my body reacts and soon you'll know exactly how I like to be pleased. Because baby, you and I are going to fuck, make love and everything in-between," Helen said, guiding him towards the bed.

"Move between my legs," Helen ordered in a gentle voice as she rested at the head of her son's full size bed. "Have you seen a pussy before?" she asked as she spread her legs.

"Only on a computer."

"Well... move closer and let mama teach you about hers, and how this little kitty likes to be petted," Helen said, in a lustful voice. Watching how her son's eyes flickered up to her face and back down to her cunt as she explained what to do to properly eat a woman out. "Do you understand all that baby?" she asked, a warm smile graced her lips as Denis nodded. "It's going to take time for you to get good, like your father is. Yet he's had twenty years to know how to please this pretty little thing, and that's okay. We have all the time in the world for you to catch up," Helen said, lightly running her fingers up her labia. "Now come, and taste your mother's pussy," she uttered patting her brown hood.

Denis swallowed hard as he inhaled his mother's scent. Shaking off his hesitation knowing that this was for the good of their family. He had no wish to lose his mother or father. His eyes flickered up as his mother released a small moan as his tongue danced along her moist lips.

"Yes baby, nice and slow, y-y-yes tease mama's pussy!" Helen whimpered as his tongue danced ever so lightly along her labia. "Mmmhmm!" Her tongue curled out; her eyes were filled with elation as she stared up at the ceiling. Flashes of memory flared in her mind at the times she had seen it when it was George between her legs. "It's okay, you aren't cheating on George. George knows..." Helen thought to herself as she batted down her fear. "Yes baby!" she howled as her son captured her aching bud. "Yes... mmmhmm... just like that, light suction, and a little tongue action," Helen directed. Biting her lip, her nail scraped along Denis's scalp as her womb quivered. Her diaphragm convulsed, her breath became staggered, her eyes flew wide then closed slightly as she felt two of her son's fingers penetrating her mound. "I'm cumming Denis! Mama's cumming for you!" Helen screamed out after five minutes of his exploration of her womanhood.

Smiling down at her son with half-lidded eyes. Loving how he looked like with her nectar coating his face. While it wasn't the best that she's had, yet he was new at this, she couldn't fault him on his eagerness to please her. "Oh, mama is going to teach you everything," Helen purred in her mind. Her breasts heaved as she reached over to the nightstand. She couldn't wait any longer. She needed to feel that hard cock of his surging through her folds. Needed to feel her cunt clamping down on his pole as she came upon it. Sitting up, smiling lovingly at her son as he sat on the back of his legs. Leaning forward, her tongue trailed through her juice that coated his skin, before capturing his lips. Loving how she tasted on his tongue and on his skin.

The sound of the wrapper echoed in the room as she tore the package open. While she understood the purpose of them, she never liked the feel of them. That was why after Shawna's birth and up to the day George was shot she was always on the pill. Yet she would follow George's request. Helen had no wish to stop this now, not when she knew she would stray and who knows what would happen then. She was going to have to call her doctor to get him to prescribe her some birth control pills.

"God. It's been so long," Helen cooed lovingly down at her son's cock as she caressed it. "I hope you don't think too badly of me after..."

"I could never do that Mom. You and Dad are the nicest and most loving people I've ever met. You took me in when you had no reason too. You put that man in prison when no one would listen to me. I want to do whatever I can to repay you two for all that you've done for me."

"Oh baby," tears started to gather in her eyes, "you don't owe us a thing. It was our honor to raise you and become your parents," Helen's voice trembled as she rolled the condom onto her son's cock. "Lay down baby, mama's going to make love to you," she whispered as she patted the spot beside her.

Wiping her tears away, her hand ran along his chest. Praying that she could honor her daughter's wish. Swinging her leg over Denis's lap, her hand took hold of the base of his cock. Smiling down at him watching how he reacted as she ran his crown through her eager lips. Sucking in a gasp as his head breached her threshold. Her eyes fluttered, her body shuddered, her walls tightened as she inched down her son's cock.

"God. You feel so good baby," Helen lightly moaned. Squeezing her pussy, letting that once neglected cunt know the cock that's going to be fucking it until her dying days.

"You're so beautiful Mom."

Helen bowed her head, her face rapidly heated at her son's words. Bringing her head up, watching his eyes as she rolled her hips. "Thank you sweetheart, I hope you think the same thing when you make me cum," leaning forward feeling her core heating as her nectar flowed down her canal, "because the night is just beginning," Helen whispered before picking up the pace of her glide.

For the next fifteen minutes the only sound, other than the radio, that could be heard in that room were hunger filled moans and begging pleas to fuck her hard and to make her cum.

"That's it baby! Fuck your mother's pussy!" Helen screamed out as Denis held onto her hips. Feeling his balls slapping her clit with every thrust of his hips as her son took her from behind.

"Fuck Mom... you feel so good," Denis moaned. Feeling his mother's pussy tightening around him once again. Pulling his mother up, her back pressing against his chest, his hands ran along his mother's stomach.

"That cock... belongs in my pussy," Helen panted as her cheek pressed against her son's feeling her ass bounce with each thrust. "That's it baby, play with my tits, they're yours and George's now," she said, in a bliss filled whisper. Her fingertips skimmed down the right side of Denis's face as she peered lovingly at the man that had brought her such pleasure. She had thought the moment she took his cock into her, it would feel so weird, so wrong, and so dirty and yet as she felt her peach juice coating that hard rod, nothing could be more divine. "Cum for me baby, cum for your mother," Helen purred feeling the swelling of his cock. Biting her lip as Denis sent his cock deep and hard into her. Loving every inch of it as he did, a little disappointed in not feeling her son's cum flooding her womb as she watched his face take on his 'O' face as his cum flooded that little latex sheath. Reaching back, her hand wrapping around the base of her son's slick cock. Sliding off the condom as Denis withdrew from her cunt. Drizzling his hot load along her breasts as Denis watched as he regained his strength. Watching his eyes as she rubbed his seed into her orbs.

"Now," her lips smacked as she sucked her fingers clean, "let's go grab some dinner and recharge, because baby, mama is hungry for your cock," Helen purred before slipping off the bed. Grabbing her robe, her finger beckoned over her shoulder for her son to follow her.

Denis turned at the sound of his mother placing something on the counter as he poured himself a drink. Seeing the satisfied smirk on her lips as she went to grab the pan off the hook.

"I told you son, the evening had just begun," Helen said, as she grabbed two patties out of the freezer.

Turning to look as she heard the sound of plastic being torn open. A libidinous purr left her lips as she saw her son shrugging off his robe and his hard cock pointing at her as the burgers began to sizzle. Placing her hand on the counter, pulling her robe over her ass, presenting her wet, dripping cunt to him as she watched as he rolled the condom onto his cock.

"That's it baby, come fuck my horny cunt!"

To Be Continued....


Soul Food Pt. 02
Denis and Shawna expand their relationship.
Soul Food part 2

By

Soul71

Thanks to WAA01 for the edits. Do check out his stories if you have the time.

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It was 4:07 when Helen heard the sound of her husband's truck pulling into the driveway of their home. Smiling lovingly at Denis as he slept so soundly; as he should, given the six times she had milked his cock and balls dry of all that youthful cum. Biting her lip as her sex still hung in the air even after the two hours they had been asleep. Gently rolling out of her son's bed, a lustful wave of passion burned through her body as her fingers skimmed along her bare stomach. Remembering how his lips felt on her breasts as he plowed that hard cock into her needy cunt. She had lost count of the number of times Denis had made her cum. Keeping her giggle contained at the feel of how her pussy was sore and throbbing. Something she didn't think she would ever feel again after George's shooting. Her robe slid along her shoulders as she walked around her son's bed. Watching how he moved in his sleep as her hand lightly brushed through her son's hair. Placing a loving kiss on Denis's lips. Thanking him for being such a good son and allowing her to feel like a woman once again after three long, hard, sexless years. Looking one last time at her son's sleeping body as she closed the door.

Her feet lightly touched each step as she descended the stairs not to wake her other sleeping children. Glad they didn't come home when Denis had her bent over the couch moaning like a harlot. Begging him to make her cum again as he pounded her cunt. She for one didn't think having Denis's cock deep within her would feel so good, she was pleased to know how wrong she was. However, the question remained: how she was going to sneak away long enough to feel her son's cock back within her hot little pussy given that it was Sunday. Shaking her head, she didn't need to think about it right now. After all Denis did fuck her splendidly six times. So she really couldn't complain if they didn't get together today, smiling when George rolled through the front door.

"Honey? I thought..."

"Shh," stepping forward, taking his hand into hers, "feel it baby, feel how wet our son has made my pussy," Helen purred as she rubbed her mound along her husband's hand.

"Well..." George gazed up at his wife as she lightly moaned as he slipped two fingers into her canal, "you are definitely wet, did you have fun tonight?" he asked, smiling up at his wife.

"Mmmhmm," Helen nodded as her sultry gaze fell upon him. Seeing him mouth 'Wow' when she held up her fingers showing off how many times they had sex. Leaning forward, passionately kissing her husband like she has always done when he got home from work. "Now come, let's get you to bed," Helen said sweetly, gently caressing her husband's cheek.

"How did I get so lucky," George sighed happily as he placed his hand on Helen's as she pushed him towards their bedroom.

"Oh, I bribed the fates to make you mine," Helen whispered as she placed a kiss on the top of his head.

******

"Hey Denis?" Shawna called to him as she stood in his doorway once they got back from church. Watching how he slowly pulled out the shirt tails from his pants as he turned to look at her. Her straight, ebony hair brushed lightly against her white, floral, summer dress as she leaned against the doorframe. Recounting how she could make out the smell of her mother's sex even over the air freshener. Only because she was looking for the signs. Will simply went off to bed. She felt sorry for him, she and their mother were getting, will be getting in her case, fucked and Will doesn't even know.

"Yeah?" Denis's eyes ran along her milk chocolate skin, along her neck, imprinting the shape of her lips to memory as they slowly smiled. To the light blush of her cheeks, and how her brown eyes quivered.

"There's a party at the lake tonight, I was wondering if you want to be my date for it," Shawna said, smirking at his shocked eyes. If her mother had already made her move then she wasn't about to miss out.

"Y-you want me to go to a party... at the lake... as your date?!" Denis stammered. He couldn't believe his ears.

"Mmmhmm," Shawna hummed as she stepped into his room. "Am I not pretty enough for you to date?" she asked, feigning a pout.

"What?! No... I mean yes, Shawna you are very beautiful, its just... you caught me off guard," Denis said, feeling his heart racing as Shawna's hands moved up his chest.

She kept herself from laughing, she had never seen her brother so flustered before. However, she couldn't stop her smile from lifting the corners of her lips. It was now or never. Taking the leap, taking her brother by surprise as she finally tasted the lips of the man she's been in love with for so long. Then her hidden passion broke free, she couldn't stop herself, if she even wanted to, as her arms wrapped around Denis's neck as her tongue rolled within his mouth. "So, will you be my date?" Shawna asked, once her lips left his.

"You want me hanging around your college friends?" Denis asked, nervously. Not because she had asked him out on a date. He kind of figured that was going to happen, she has been dressing rather provocatively lately. So, he knew this was going to come, just not this soon. No. His nervousness was from being around that many people, and the fact that if she didn't let him go soon, she'd be feeling something hard pressing against her.

"Mmmhmm. I want them to meet my boyfriend," Shawna said, the luster of her eyes glinted in the light of the room.

"Boy..." Denis's words were silenced by her finger on his lips.

"You. Are. My. Boyfriend. Never forget that," Shawna said, sternly. Biting her lip, enjoying how her body felt against his as she stood in his arms. Her mind wondered what it would be like if they both were naked. "I expect you at eight," she said, her hands memorizing every one of his muscles. Getting one last kiss in before she left her brother to change out of his church clothes.

******

"Fucking idiots!" Denis growled into the mike of his headset as he played Elder Scrolls online on his PS4 an hour after they had lunch. "Yeah, I'm talking to you Eddy! You're the idiot that walked right into that trap," he hissed as his fingers rapidly hammered the button to keep from being over run by the mobs within the dungeon he and his party were in. "Yeah, yeah. You know I make a better rouge than you do if you can't detect a simple trap like that. I think you need to pick another class." Denis chuckled as the other members of his party and also his online friends joined in. So focused on his game that he didn't see his bedroom door opening as he sat in his gaming chair. Didn't hear the locking of his door, nor the sound of light footsteps as they approached his side. Jumping in his seat when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Mom?!" Denis mouthed as he gazed up at her smiling face. Feeling his left headphone being lifted from his ear and set to the side of it. Swallowing hard as he stared down the valley of his mother's breasts as she leaned forward.

"Baby? Would you mind if I sucked you off?" Helen whispered into her son's ear so his friends wouldn't hear. Feeling her nipples rapidly hardening at the thought of being so naughty without them realizing what was happening to Denis. "Your mama needs her dessert," she purred lustfully into his ear.

"S-sure," Denis said, in a stammering whisper. He didn't think he had any more cum left to give, yet as he felt his manhood hardening it would seem that he was wrong.

"Your uncle called he's going to be a little late. He said he'll be here at 3:30, so that gives me plenty of time to suck your balls dry," Helen said lustfully, as she sank to her knees before her son. Pushing open his legs to give her access to her son's hard tool. Her hands trailed up Denis's thighs as she bit her lip at seeing that bulge in his pants. "You continue your game, while I take care of this," she purred as her hand ran up and down Denis's freed cock.

"Dude?!" Helen heard the combined voices of his online friends say as Denis started to moan as she so delicately pleased that cock of his. "Can't you wait till after we finish this dungeon?!" She heard them teasing her son. Feeling his twitching cock as she gently eased off his rod. Giving the underside of his crown a little lick, foretelling that hard appendage of what was about to happen.

Taking her son by surprise as she took hold of the mike. "For your information, my baby is getting his cock sucked. So why don't you all just shut up and listen or I'll disconnect you," Helen said, grinning evilly at her son as the hoots and howls came over the speakers of his headphones. Giggling wickedly as she lowered her head back into Denis's lap. Her pussy throbbed like mad for being so naughty. There was no telling how many were her son's age or younger. How she teased her son relentlessly keeping him at the edge of cumming only to pull back for fifteen long grueling minutes. Her brown eyes flashed evilly as she stared up at her son. Her tongue teasing the underside of his cock as she saw the look in his eyes, that told her he so needed to cum. All the while she was listening in on the boys as they razzed her son. Watching her son squirm in his seat as she gently stroked his cock and fondled his balls.

Listening to Denis's groan as her hot mouth engulfed his cock once again. Working her tongue and gentle suction on his cock, she knew she didn't have to apply too much pressure to it for it to explode.

"Shit! Fuck! I'm..." Denis grunted unable to hold back any longer.

Helen's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her son's large load flooded her mouth. Her eyes always on her son as she slowly swallowed every drop of his cum.

"You fucking lucky bastard. Wished I could be doing that!" Retorted one of his party members.

"I don't think Pralydril (Denis's online screen name), swings like that mate," said another, causing a round of playful ribbing on their friend.

"Now you go back to playing, remember 3:30," Helen said lovingly, as she caressed her son's left cheek. "Thank you for dessert, I'll try not to interrupt your gaming time again." Giggling at how the boys pleaded with her to do so without worry that they were there. She wondered how many of them were touching themselves as she sucked on her son's rod. "Tonight, once you get back, I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for a week," Helen said, with a mischievous grin which got another round of hoots from the boys on the line.

"Damn. Fuck. I'm fucking wet!" Helen arched an eyebrow when she heard a young woman's voice over the speakers. "This is on you Pralydril!" Biting her lip as they all listened to how wet the girl's pussy was as she rubbed and spanked her little kitty.

"Well, maybe, if you're close I'll let my baby take care of that," Helen spoke into the mike as she winked at her son.

"Fuck I'm cumming!" the girl screamed as they all listened to how sloppy wet her pussy was as she rubbed her clit.

Blowing her son a kiss as she walked to the door chuckling at how red he was getting. Wondering what that girl was saying to her son as she slipped out of his room. Her hips swayed as she walked down the hall, with her mission complete and her stomach full of her son's cum. Helen couldn't think the day could get any better.

******

Ray Charles's 'Georgia On My Mind' was playing as he walked down the stairs. A soft smile formed on his face as he heard it playing in the living room hearing his father singing along something he normally did when he sang to his mother. Crossing his arms along his chest as he leaned against the doorframe watching how his mother sat in his father's lap as he slowly spun around in a circle. Seeing his mother blushing like mad, something she always did when he would catch the two of them being all sweet on one another. Giving his father a small wave to which George nodded before going back to enticing his wife.

"Have fun baby," Helen cooed blowing her son a kiss before giggling bashfully as George whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

"Bring us back some dinner!" George called out as he heard the front door opening. Knowing the spot his brother fished at had a great selection of Crappie and Bass (small and large mouth), swimming in those waters.

"You got it Dad," Denis answered as he opened the door. "Hey Uncle!" he said excitedly, as he climbed into Stan's old '92 Ford pick-up. Something Stan only drove when he was towing his bass boat behind him. Performing their own private handshake that ended in a fist bump before closing the door.

"Sorry about the late start," Stan said, apologetically.

"Don't worry about it," Denis said, waving it off. "Spending time with family is what counts, right?"

"That it does," Stan said, flashing his nephew a smile before pulling away from the curb.

An hour had past since Denis had left to go with Stan to go to their local fishing spot. Will sat on the edge of his bed, pondering on what to do, how he was going to tell his father that he heard and smelled his mother having sex with Denis the other night. The walls were thin, he had always heard his parents making love until the day his father was shot. Wondering why his own mother would do that with Denis? Was it because Denis had blackmail on her? Was he using it to twist his mother around to do his wicked bidding? If so, he would stomp Denis into the ground. He might not have the body of his adopted brother; his body might be thin and frail yet he wasn't about to allow Denis to defile his mother anymore than he already has. Still, he knew he might not win against Denis. Denis might just pound him into the ground and force him to keep his mouth shut about the affair. Shaking his head at the thought, he knew his brother, Denis wouldn't raise a hand against him even if Will was beating the shit out of him; or at least he thought he knew his brother.

"Will?" Shawna knocked on his bedroom door before sticking her head in. "Dad's calling for you," she said, holding her towel to her chest foretelling of the shower she was about to take to get ready for her date with her brother.

"Its now or never," Will said to himself. He so hoped this didn't lead to his parents divorcing. If they did and his mother shacked up with Denis, then she would be dead to him. "Okay, thanks sis," he said, reaching over for his glasses sitting on the nightstand beside his bed.

"No problem," Shawna said, flashing her brother a smile before she sashayed into Denis's room to use his bathroom. She planned on doing other things in his room before she took her shower -- namely coating Denis's bed in her juices.

Will's footsteps resounded on the stairs as he steeled himself to lay this devastating news on his father's shoulders. Hearing his mother humming in her bedroom as he passed it as he headed to his father's study. "Don't worry Mom, I'm going to save you," Will whispered softly. Knocking on the door of his father's study as he stood in the doorway.

"Come in Will," George said, looking up, smiling at his son. He could tell something was bothering his son even if Will didn't show it. "Have a seat son," he said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. Arching an eyebrow when Will closed the door.

"Dad..." Sinking down in the leather seat unsure what to say.

"What is it Will?"

"I don't know how to say this," Will stated uneasily.

"Then just say it," George said, waiting for his son to gather his thoughts.

"Mom's having an affair," Will blurted out.

"I know," George stated inwardly smirking at his son's shocked look.

"Y-you know about Mom and Denis?" Will asked, flabbergasted.

"Of course, I know son. I was the one who asked Denis to do it in the first place," George said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But Dad, don't you realize how wrong that is?!" Will exclaimed.

"Listen son, do you realize how hard it is for me to see my wife, the love of my life, suffer because I can't give her what she needs?"

"But why Denis!"

"Because I trust him, search your heart William and tell me would you rather your mother be out at night hooking up with some random guy, putting herself out there where she might get hurt or Heaven forbid killed or raped? I certainly don't want your mother cheating on me, I know that would just lead to divorce among other things. I knew in time she would, not saying she has yet," George said, holding up his hand as his son started to speak. "But three years is a lot to ask of a woman to go without sex when she's had a steady sex life before this," he said, gesturing to his chair.

"But Dad..."

"No buts William! I thought long and hard on this. This was the only solution I could think of and still keep the woman I'm still madly in love with. I just didn't suggest it on a damn whim son!"

"Why didn't you ask me Dad? You know I would have considered it," Will said, looking down at his lap.

"Because Denis isn't our biological son," George stated plainly. "I know you would have son, but could you actually go through with it? I'm not saying that asking Denis to fill in for me as a man was a wise call, but its better than watching your mother leave and never returning because you know she would before she ever thought about cheating on me. I'm sorry you are upset about this but this is the way things are now. Plus, you've been so busy with your schooling I didn't want to break your focus when you're so close to getting into med school. Do you know how proud I am that you're following in my footsteps?!" George exclaimed smiling warmly at his son.

"But why did Denis agree to this?" Will asked, trying to wrap his head around it all.

"Because he did it for his family, for you, Shawna, your mother, and me," George said, matter-of-factly.

"For me?" Will asked, confused at his father's words.

"Yes for you," George nodded, "how would you feel if you learned that your mother was cheating on me? That she was the cause of our family's break up?"

"Like shit," Will sighed. "Like I'm feeling right now," he admitted.

"See, and that's what your brother was trying to prevent. You know Denis loves you, and all of us in his own way given what happened to him before he came to us."

"Yeah," Will whispered darkly. Balling his hands wishing he could make the people that hurt his brother pay.

"So... have you given any thought about what we talked about last week?" George asked, interlocking his fingers as he rested his hands on his desk.

"You sure it would be good for me?" Will asked, lifting his gaze to his father.

"Yes, if you're planning to be a researcher then yes, it would be. It will give you a leg up among your peers when you get to med school," George nodded, even though Will didn't need a PHD to be one, he thought Will could fill in at his clinic during the weekends if he got his PHD.

"Okay, I'll do it," Will nodded.

"Then you'll need to fill out these forms for the internship," George said, holding out the papers to his son. "Fill them out the best that you can and I'll put a good word in for you," he said, winking at his son.

"Okay Dad," Will said, rising from his chair. At a lost on how to act around his mother and Denis now that he knew.

"Will," George called out to his son as he reached the door.

"Yeah?" Will answered turning to look at his father.

"I know this news is upsetting to you but try to be happy for your mother. I certainly am. Have you seen your mother smile like she has been all day in the past three years?"

"Not like that no," Will admitted. Recounting how alive and gleeful his mother has been all day long.

"Then be happy for your mother, it could be worse son. Your mother could be driving a wedge between us and breaking up my wonderful family; yet she isn't, Denis isn't going to replace me as the man of the house, just in the bedroom. Remember what your brother is doing to keep our family together, alright?" George stated in a kind, warm tone.
"I'll... have to think on this."

"If you can't see past this, hopefully you won't interfere with your mother, and if you can't I'll have to ask you to move out. I'm not about to lose my wife, we'll get you an apartment close to your school if that comes to be," George said, letting his son know that this was the new norm for their family.

******

"Man, did you see that fish!" Denis said, as Stan pulled up along the curb as the clock struck six p.m.

"I know right, that sucka' is going to land on my hook one day!" Stan chuckled in agreement.

"When that happens Uncle you better call me, because I want a piece of that thing given the number of snapped lines and lures its cost me," Denis said heatedly, yet the smile on his face told his uncle it was in jest.

"Oh, you know I will, you think I'll catch that thing and not rub your face in it," Stan retorted with a hearty laugh. "Now you be good, you hear me?!" he said, in an authoritative tone as he hugged his nephew.

"Of course, I'm not about to disappoint Mom and Dad," Denis said, firmly.

"You're a good kid, keep your nose clean. You don't want to turn out like me."

"Ah Uncle, you ain't so bad, once you get past that sad evil villain haircut of yours," Denis snickered.

"You watch it, don't be disrespecting the evil hairdo," Stan said, wagging his finger at Denis, who burst out in laugher. "Don't forget your fish." Stan's voice trailed after Denis as he slid out of the truck.

Reaching into the bed of the truck. Picking the cooler off the bed that housed the beheaded and gutted fish. "See you at the fish fry next weekend," Denis said, as his smiling face appeared in the passenger side window. "I can already taste that flounder!"

"I'll make sure to save you two fillets," Stan called out to his nephew before pulling away to head home.

"Hey baby!" Helen said, greeting her son warmly as Denis walked through the door. Her blue jean shorts contoured to her toned thighs and her round alluring bubble butt. Her light pink V-neck t-shirt hugged her chest tightly detailing how firm and round her 38D breasts were. Showing off her body to the two men in her life that brought such pleasure to her. "What do you have there?" Helen asked, her eyes looking at the cooler in Denis's left hand.

"Dinner!" Denis exclaimed as he held out the blue and white cooler.

"Oh?! What did you catch?!"

"Three small mouths and half a dozen Crappie," Denis said, matter-of-factly. Knowing how his father, along with his uncle, loved them, it was why he learned from his uncle on how to catch them so he could bring a smile to his father's face.

"Oh my! Your father is going to love this!" Helen cooed happily taking the cooler from him. "You go get cleaned up and I'll get these filleted and in the fridge for tomorrow night's dinner. I know someone is looking forward to tonight," she said, with a coy smirk. Looking behind her making sure Will wasn't around, unaware that he knew of their forbidden relationship. Stepping closer to her son, her nose wiggled at the smell of the fresh water of the pond they went to clinging to his body, leaning in tasting the lips of her sweet boy. Her thumb brushed lightly along his right cheek as she pulled away as she lightly sucked on Denis's lower lip. Her cheek brushed along his, "Leave your door unlocked tonight, I'll try to be quiet, yet this," reaching down gently caressing his cock, "is just something Mama just loves deep inside of her," Helen whispered lustfully before her tongue rolled within Denis's mouth. "Now you go shower, you smell like fish," she teased as she backed away. Purposely shaking her ass as she walked to the kitchen.

Popping his head into his parent's bedroom seeing his father dozing on top of the bed. Noting how his chair had somehow rolled out of reach. Lightly stepping into the room so not to waken his father. Setting it the way he liked it that was the easiest for his father to slide into once he awakened. Setting the brakes so it wouldn't move again or while his father was climbing into his wheelchair. Looking to the picture that sat on the nightstand that stood next to his father's side of the bed. Seeing his father standing beside his mother, Will and Shawna in front of them while his eleven-year-old self the odd ball in that happy family. A smile rose the corners of his lips as he thought about that day. It was the day; they took him along with his siblings to the park to have a picnic where his parents told him that he was officially a McCarty. He might not have shown it at the time, but he was so overjoyed that they had accepted him into their family when they didn't have to. Remembering the look on the old man's face when his father asked the man to take a photo of his family. He could never understand why anyone would judge someone on the color of his skin. There were far more, worse, things out in the world, namely on the street, that one's skin color was of little import. Then again, until eight years ago, Denis had only one thought -- Survive! Wondering if their lives were so uneventful that they allowed such things to take up a portion of their minds.

Shaking the thought from his mind, what other people thought of his wonderful family didn't hold much weight to him. The only people whose opinion that truly mattered to him was his family. "Love you Dad," Denis whispered so not to wake his father, gently squeezing George's hand to tell him that he had made it home safely. Silently slipping out of the room, walking up the steps as quietly as he could so not to disturb his father's slumber. Denis was proud of how hard his father worked especially after his shooting. He made it his life mission to make his father's life as easy as he could while George was at home. Stopping in front of the door of his sister's room, peering through the crack of the door seeing Shawna dancing around in a red thong and without a bra on.

Denis couldn't look away as his sister's 36C breasts bounced and jiggled. When they stopped swaying long enough for him to study those perky orbs. Her areolas were large, larger than he ever seen in the nude photos on the net. If he had to guess they had to be three inches around, yet that wasn't what caught his attention. No. It was the fact that his sister had inverted nipples unlike their mother. Wondering how he could make those nipples pop out so he could suck on them like his mother had taught him to. Continuing his trek to his room so his sister wouldn't catch him spying on her near nude state.

"Hey bro!" Denis said happily, as Will sat at his desk as he was studying three different textbooks at once. Denis could never understand how his brother could do that. He always admired his brother for being so smart. Always keeping his nose clean, never getting into trouble, unlike him. Denis hoped that Will got everything he worked for even if his brother left him behind in the arena of academia. That didn't matter to him, he wanted his brother to be happy, to be successful so that Will would never know the pain and the hardship of what its like to be poor and homeless.

"Hey Denis," Will answered not taking his eyes off his studies. Trying to keep from looking at his brother, he still couldn't get his mind around what he and his mother were doing. He also couldn't believe his own father was the one that wanted this.

"Mind if I come in, or do you really need to study?" Denis asked, he always enjoyed hanging out with his older brother. He never said it, Denis was a tad jealous of how smart Will was. He knew their father was proud of that fact. Not that George wasn't proud of Denis either, just Denis knew he would never measure up to Will's smarts.

"Need to study," Will muttered not ready to have that discussion with his brother until he could make up his mind if his mother fucking Denis was a good thing or not. Yet he wasn't about to admit he was getting hard at the thought of it.

"Oh... okay," Denis said, a little sadly. It'd been weeks since the two of them had hung out just for the hell of it. However, he knew Will's studies were important to him. "Well... I'll let you get back to it then, sorry for disturbing you."

Will's eyes glanced to the right at the sound of his brother's voice. Was it right to take it out on Denis, after all he was doing this for them. Was it right to pull away from his brother seeing how Denis didn't want to see his family breaking up? "Denis?!" Will called out as his brother turned to head to his room.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry, just got a big test tomorrow and I really need to study for it."

"Don't worry about it, I understand," Denis said, somberly. "You've always been good at school; better than I ever will be. I hope you ace it," he said, with a genuine warm smile.

"Why don't we go to the movies tomorrow night?" Will asked, knowing he couldn't take this out on Denis. That wouldn't be right, and in truth he had seen how happy his mother had been all day; and for that he would always be grateful to his little brother.

"Really?!" Denis's eyes got a little luster to them in his excitement.

"Yeah man, after this test I'm going to need some time to wind down," Will said, with a toothy smile.

"Oh! Its so on, that place isn't going to know what hit it when the McCarty boys strolls in," Denis said, puffing out his chest in false arrogance.

"Man, I wish I had your confidence Denis," Will admitted.

"And I wish I had your smarts so Dad could be as proud of me as he is of you and Shawna. But we each have our own strengths and we're family. If we stick together we're unstoppable!" Denis said, with a cocky smirk. "Well... I need to hit the showers, hope you nail that test bro," he said, waving to his brother as he eased out of the doorway. "Oh! I caught you a small mouth today, Mom's going to cook it for dinner tomorrow."

"Thanks!" Will's voice trailed after his brother. "Yeah, we are family, forgive me for ever doubting you Denis," he whispered his apology to his brother.

The moment Denis stepped into his room his nose immediately wiggled as he caught a scent that he had just recently become acquainted with. The smell of sex in the air! Yet it didn't smell like his mother's that only left one other person... "No... not Shawna, she wouldn't... would she?!" Denis muttered to himself. Taking his shoes off with the toes of his feet as he pulled his shirt off. His old, dirty tennis shoes that he only wore to the pond to go fishing thumped onto the floor of his closet before his shirt found its way into the hamper along with his shorts. Opening the other closet that his mother had turned into his own personal linen closet. Taking a clean towel off the middle shelf, closing the door, tossing his ankle socks into the hamper as well knowing he wouldn't be needing them if he was going to the lake tonight. He'd rather not get sand in his shoes, or socks, for that matter.

Flipping on the light switch of his bathroom, his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide at the sight of the feminine products in his bathroom. The pink razor that sat on the edge of the two person tub that he rarely used, given the large amount of water it took to fill the thing. The can of FairyLillyCreation, vanilla scented, shaving cream for women sat beside the pink razor. That wasn't his mother's brand, nor were any of the moisturizers, lotions and other products he rightly didn't know what their purpose was for that cluttered the table beside the sink. Did Shawna really want to share a bathroom with him? Was there something else to this altogether?! Denis rightly didn't know. Reaching into the shower stall, turning on the hot water, and notching the cold water handle a few turns to get it just right. Placing the towel on the sink before pushing his boxers from his hips and kicking them towards the door.

Shawna placed her ear to her brother's bedroom door. Gently easing it open, biting her lip as she heard his shower going. Giggling to herself as she tiptoed towards the bathroom door. Now that she was finally going to make her brother hers, she saw no reason not to gaze at Denis's naked wet body. Listening to the sound of the water striking the walls of the shower.

"Shawna!" Denis yelped in surprise as his sister thrust open the shower door.

"Looking good li'l bro," Shawna purred sensuously, as her eyes ran down Denis's body. Catching sight of the cock she's been dreaming of, of having both sets of her lips wrapped around it before his hands covered his manhood. "No need to be shy Denis, you got an eyeful of my tits," she said, with a mischievous smile at his wide eyes. "Why can't I see my boyfriend's yummy cock, hum?"

"But Shawna..." His eyes ran down his sister's skin tight top while flaring out at the bottom, red dress that ended at her midthigh. Noting how she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it, causing blood to flow to his male organ.

"No buts Denis, I want to see it; the cock I'll be sitting on," Shawna cooed, reaching in pulling his hand away. "Oh... mmm..." Her mound moistened as she watched how that phallus began to grow before her very eyes. "Very nice li'l brother, I'm so going to enjoy that," Shawna said, libidinously. "Now you finish, I want my man looking sharp. I want every woman there drooling over the man on my arm that they will never get to experience," she stated before blowing her brother a kiss as she closed the door. Her hips swayed; her ass moved alluringly beneath her dress as she left the room.

Powering up her brother's PS4, something she did occasionally when she didn't have a class or was bored. Rubbing her ass into the seat to mark it in her scent like she had done with his bed.

"Pralydril!" She heard the voices of her brother's online friends greeting her thinking it was her brother once she signed into the game. "We thought you wouldn't be back tonight?"

"Oh, you think I'm my boyfriend? He's in the shower at the moment, I'm just killing time before I can put on my face for tonight," Shawna said, as she ran around the town Denis was in wondering how far he'd gotten in the game. Switching to the map, "The bastard's farther than I am!" she growled knowing she was going to have to put some hours in to catch up to him.

"Wait! You don't sound like the other woman from before?! If you're his girlfriend then who was the other woman?!"

"That was his other girlfriend," Shawna stated. Grinning evilly as she killed a guard knowing that was going to make her brother wanted in town. "Serves you right for getting better gear than me."

"What?!"

"And you're okay with that?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Shawna responded.

"Damn. I so hate him now!" Shawna snickered at the plight her brother was going to be facing once he got back online.

"So... you going to suck him off too while he plays?" One of the group asked rudely.

"A lady never sucks and tells," Shawna answered. "Well li'l boys, my man's out of the shower," she said, hearing the water cutting off as she was led away to the jail after slaughtering ten guards. "He and I have a party to get to. Now don't you all spank that monkey too much," Shawna said, knowing how they talked to her they were most likely virgins. Turning in the seat as she heard the bathroom door opening, "Oh... I definitely like what I see," she purred as her eyes ran along her brother's wet hair, watching how a droplet of water ran down her chest. Feeling her nipples popping out as she stared lustfully at her brother's chest. Laying his controller down, bending at her knees, her fingers danced up the back of her left thigh lifting up the hem of her dress. Smirking at her brother as she showed off her covered mound. Sauntering gracefully over to her brother, watching how his eyes moved up and down her body as she knew her nipples were clearly on display for his eyes.

Her eyes taunting him to gaze so lewdly at her tight, twenty-year-old body. Knowing that once the party was over, that cock of his would be buried deep within her pussy and every night or when her mother wasn't visiting his bed. A wanton light appeared in her eyes as her hand reached through the opening of his towel. Smirking as her brother jumped as she caressed her brother's soft cock. Leaning in, allowing the heavenly scent of her perfume to fill his mind, "There's no need to be so skittish Denis, after all you aren't a virgin any longer, now are you?" Shawna whispered into his ear. "I've waited so long for you brother, and tonight is the night I finally get to have you. The things you and I are going to do in this very room. The nights that I'll beg for your cum as I ride this cock," her soft hand gently stroking her brother's cock, "your tongue tasting my hot pussy. My hand pressing you against it as I cum on your face. That is what you, dear brother of mine, have to look forward too," Shawna cooed lovingly. Feeling her mound throbbing as she held her brother's growing rod in her hand. "Now you get dressed, I still have to put on my face," she said, kissing him passionately. Her left hand sneakily ripped the towel from his hips, her brother did not need it where she was concerned. She loved seeing her brother's naked, hard body.

It was 7:55 by the time Shawna was ready. Like her brother she too wore her high priced sandals due to how high heels wouldn't be practical on the sandy beach that the party was being held at. Looking back at Denis as she shook her ass for him as they walked down the hall. She didn't want Will to see her pawing at Denis, which took all her will power not to push him against the wall. Her older brother so didn't need to see her rubbing her mound against Denis's cock as they tasted each other's tonsils. Her Rockport Women's Total Motion Zandra, curve ankle strap, black leather sandals resounded on the steps as her fingertips skimmed along the banister. Her eyes glanced to the left seeing Denis's reflection in it. Biting the inside of her cheek as she noted how his black, button, down shirt detailed his chest. Noting how good his ass looked in his rye colored stone washed Chino shorts.

"You two going somewhere?" George asked, as he rubbed his wife's feet that were resting in his lap. Peering over the back of the couch as his daughter and Denis walked past the doorway to the living room.

"I told you honey, they have a..." A sinful smile formed on her lips as the mouthed the word 'Date'.

"Oh right," George said, trying to keep his smile from showing. "I expect you to be a gentleman Denis," he said, in a stern fatherly voice he had always used when Shawna brought home one of her current boyfriends.

"Of course, Dad," Denis nodded.

"Baby?" Helen's raised hand, her beckoning finger telling him to come to her. Her eyes gazed lovingly at George as she heard her son's approach.

"Yeah Mom?" Denis asked, bending forward when she told him to come closer.

"Tonight, don't wash your cock, I want to know what Shawna's pussy taste's like on it. Then after I clean it, I'm going to make it dirty again," Helen purred into her son's ear. "Now you two have a good time at the lake," she said, placing a lingering, loving kiss on Denis's left cheek. "Be back before eleven, it's a school night for Denis," Helen stated in a motherly voice.

"Yes Mom, don't the two of you wait up," Shawna called out before she shut the door.

******

It took them thirty minutes to reach the lake, another ten to reach the area where their party was in full swing as the paper lanterns and the bonfire illuminated the tan sandy beach. The sound of the car doors echoed in the twilight air as Shawna stared lustfully at her brother. Watching how he looked nervously at the party, while she watched how the breeze tugged at his hair and his clothes. To her mind it was if the Fates were telling her that Denis was the one that was meant for her. Walking around the front of her mother's BMW holding out her hand to Denis. She was not going to let this night be in vain. If they had to spend the night on the edge of the party so Denis could be comfortable then that was what they were going to do. If her friends couldn't understand that then they weren't truly her friends to begin with.
"If you don't feel comfortable being here Denis, you let me know and we'll head home," Shawna said, as his hand slipped into hers.

"No way sis, you wanted to come here. I'm not about to ruin my date's night out," Denis said, smirking sinfully at his sister. "Unless someone makes a move on my date, I don't see a problem hanging out with your friends."

"Oh Denis," moving closer to him allowing her body heat to soothe him, "I promise we are going to enjoy the party," Shawna said, before lightly kissing his lips so not to mar her lipstick. The only time that was going to happen was when she got her lips around his cock.

"Shawna!" Cried out a gaggle of college age woman who were clustered in a group to the left of the bonfire.

Looking to her brother when he gave her hand a squeeze. Watching him nod towards them, then telling her he'll get them some drinks. A warm smile raised the corner of her lips as she watched her brother walking over to where the coolers were. However, her eyes could not look away from her brother's ass as it moved beneath his shorts. It wasn't until her friends pulled her into the center of their little cluster did her eyes look away from the body she had lusted after for years.

"Spill girl, who is that cutie?!" asked her long time friend since Shawna had started college. Not one of them had ever met Denis before so they wouldn't know that he was her adopted brother.

"He's my boyfriend," Shawna said, shooting her friends a coy smirk at their stilled words. Smiling when she was bombarded with thousands of questions all at once.

******

Denis was digging through the cooler looking for a bottle of water for himself or a zero calorie one so he could stay in his weight class. Sighing when he couldn't find either so he had to settle with a diet one. Not something he wanted to drink he knew the moment the drink touched his lips he'd have to spend a few hours in the garage to burn off the calories. That's when he felt someone walking up behind him. Closing the lid as he turned seeing a group of guys approaching. He knew the look, it seemed to him, there wasn't much of a difference between the cliques in high school and college. So, he left before they got there.

Walking back over to his sister. Unaware of the eyes that were on him as he walked past the bonfire. While he wasn't the only white boy there, yet all the other's hadn't walked up hand in hand with Shawna. Little did Denis know of how popular his sister was with her classmates. Denis stumbled forward as someone struck him in the back with their shoulder.

"Shawna baby!" The twenty-one-year man with a cocky grin on his lips exclaimed as his arms were outstretched.

"What do you want Phillip," Shawna said, in disgust.

"Oh come on, don't be like that," Phillip said, laying on the charm. "Why don't you come have a dance with me, and then let me take you out somewhere nice and quiet and get to know each other very well," he said, undressing Shawna with his eyes.

"Yeah, how about fuck no, now get lost for the last fucking time. If you bother me again I'll get a restraining order and file charges of stalking. I wonder how all them scouts will take that news," Shawna said, scowling at the thought of spending one moment alone with Phillip. Her friends closed ranks as they noticed the change in Phillip's behavior. They all knew that Phillip didn't take rejection well. That was why those with half a brain didn't give him the time of day.

"You heard her get lost," Patty said, sternly. Crossing her arms, being on the girls wrestling team she was probably the only one there that could possibly match Phillip's strength enough for one of the other guys there to step in should the need arise.

"Shut the fuck up dyke!" Phillip barked. Unaware how his friends were starting to drift away. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You heard my date, leave. Now," Denis said, forcibly. His eyes burned in his anger at the audacity the man had to speak to his sister like he had just done. Dropping the drinks that were in his right hand to the sand should it come to blows.

"Who the fuck are you..."

"Dude. Stop. You're fucking making a fool of yourself. If you haven't fucking noticed that dude is about to kick your fucking ass, and you will lose badly. I know, I've seen him fight. So back the fuck off or I'll drag you out of here my damn self before you make the rest of us look like asshats as you're currently being," the man to Phillip's left whispered into his ear, the only friend Phillip had left standing at his side.

"Where the fuck are your balls, I outweigh this ass," Phillip growled shaking off his friend's grip.

"Shawna, you might want to go call an ambulance, maybe the cops," Denis said, narrowing his eyes as his right hand balled into a fist.

"See. He's already fucking scared aren't you cracker," Phillip snarled.

"Dude, you are so fucked. Don't say I didn't warn you. When you finally wake up after he's done kicking your ass don't come back to the fraternity. We've had enough of your attitude and all the crap you cause around the house."

"What the fuck ever, run along you little pussy," Phillip said, before throwing a haymaker to take Denis by surprise.

Denis had suspected that this might happen. It was easy to bob and weave as Phillip's punches were nowhere near as precise as those he had fought in the ring. Sand was kicked up as he danced around Phillip toying with the ass.

Phillip sucked in a gasp as Denis's punch dug into his gut. His eyes bugged out as a rapid pounding on his midsection followed. "How can he hit like a ton of bricks?" Phillip asked himself. He felt his teeth creaking as his head was jerked back from the uppercut Denis had landed. He felt himself falling backwards he could not believe he had just gotten his ass handed to him by a guy that was shorter and smaller than he was.

"What the fuck just happened?!" Patty and her friends stared in shock of what had just taken place before them. Shawna, however, had a smile on her face as she gazed at her man.

"Lift your fucking chin!" Denis growled as Phillip tried to pick himself up. The 'Damns' and 'Ah shits' floated around as Denis's left jab landed squarely on Phillip's jaw knocking him out cold once again.

"I warned the idiot," his friend said, as the lip of the beer bottle touched his lips. "Loved that title fight," he said, smiling at Denis. "Can't wait to see you defend it next month," holding out his hand to Denis, "I'm Kyle." Noticing all the gaping mouths, namely Shawna's friends, he even heard his other friends snickering at Phillip's plight.

"Denis," he said, shaking his hand just like his father had told him to do long ago.

"Sorry that idiot ruined your date night," Kyle said apologetically, kicking Phillip's foot whose body just moved slightly telling him he was still out of it.

"Keep the idiot away from Shawna we'll call it even," Denis said, coldly. He was not prepared when Shawna and her friends swarmed around him.

"Damn not even a scratch," Patty whistled as she studied Denis's hands. "I take it bare knuckle boxing isn't anything new to you?"

"No..."

"My boyfriend won the city's featherweight belt last month," Shawna said proudly, as she looped her arm around Denis's right.

Denis yelped as the gaggle of women pulled him away from the mass group. Looking at his sister for help, yet he got the feeling that she wasn't going to save him given the smile on her face. Patty and his sister kept him rooted in place as their friends ran around getting everyone drinks, chairs, blankets, and oddly enough an iPod with speakers. Shawna pulled Denis down onto the log that sat upon the sand as her friends setup their chairs and the iPod.

"So spill, how did the two of you meet?!" asked one of Shawna's very excited friends.

"Can I Denis?" Shawna whispered into his ear. Knowing how he didn't like his past spoken of unless he was okay with it.

"Just not all of it," Denis responded.

"I was twelve when I first met Denis. At first we started out as friends then in high school I was forced against the lockers and almost sexually assaulted by one of the football players. That was when Denis here," Shawna said lovingly, squeezing his hand. Noting how all her friends were eyeing her brother lustfully. "Showed up, took the jerk down with one punch and continued to pound on the boy until he got the message never to mess with me again. Which he didn't, given I pressed charges against him that ended his little high school career." Seeing every one of them riveted to her tale. "That was when I fell in love with him," she sighed as she rested her head on her brother's left shoulder. Smiling at her friends combined 'Awes'. Her hand rubbed along Denis's forearm, so happy that she finally got to do this. She was glad she never brought any one of her friends over to their home. Then they would know that Denis was her brother and she wouldn't be able to do this in the open.

"So... are you in college?" Patty asked, eyeing Denis. Knowing the way he moved he had to have been boxing for some time. Wondering if she could speak with her coach about recruiting Denis onto the team.

"No, don't think I got the grades or the brains for that," Denis admitted. "All I'm good for is punching things."

"Don't you dare talk like that!" Shawna gasped. "You've done so much; I don't know how you could have done half the things you have. You are more than just a pair of fists," she said, sternly. "Having brains isn't all there is in life Denis, have I ever put you down because you lag behind in your studies due to what happened before..."

"What happened?!" Her friends asked all glued to her words like it was a soap opera happening before them.

"Denis... was abused... a lot," Shawna said, biting her tongue before anything else slipped out. "He never knew his parents and the people the state placed him with tormented him like you wouldn't believe," she said, her hand running along his back. Feeling all the scars that marred his skin. "So, because of what was done to him his schooling was limited."

"Oh my god! That's horrible!" They said in unison. If Shawna didn't know any better she'd suspect most, if not all, of her friends were falling for Denis if their eyes were any indication. She was going to have to keep an eye on them. She was not going to lose her brother to anyone of them!

"Well, don't you worry honey, no one here is going to judge you," Patty said, as the other girls nodded. "Kyle talked about a title fight next month, is that true?"

"Yeah," Denis said, bashfully. Earning him a round of giggles that heated his cheeks. "It's a rematch fight."

"Do you think you can win?"

"When is it?!"

"Ladies, we're here to party not grill my boyfriend," Shawna stated with a coy smile.

Denis was sure he had every guys hatred there as eight, beautiful, stunning, and drop dead gorgeous women danced, shaking their asses and breasts in his face as they turned up the volume of the speakers to drown out the noise by the bonfire. However, as his sister danced before him with her back to him. His eyes just couldn't look away as she shook her ass before his eyes. He felt himself hardening as the hem of her dress was lifted by the breeze showing off those kissable ass cheeks of hers.

"I bet you won't let your boyfriend eat you out right here," Kay -- as Denis came to know her -- said with a challenging smirk.

"Oh, and just what if I win, what do we get?" Shawna asked, stilling her movements. Yet the thought of Denis's lips on her mound, tasting her to her heart's content was getting her very aroused.

"I'll let you use my room to fuck for four days," Kay said, they all knew how she valued her privacy and to offer it up they knew this bet was serious.

"We already have a room where we can fuck until we're too weak to move, what else you got," Shawna shot back with a smirk.

"Shawna?!"

"It's okay Denis, you don't mind if we just do a little bet, right?" Shawna asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Hey, its okay," Patty said, bending forward, knowing her shirt was hanging open allowing him to gaze at her bikini covered breasts. "No one here is going to tell a soul what happens here, and its dark this far away from the fire. No one's going to see it anyway. So, it will remain between us," she said, winking at Denis.

"How about this not only does Denis have to eat you out, but you also have to fuck him. Then we all will tutor him to make sure he gets in. But if you lose, then we all get to date him at least once," Amber said, with a round of vehement nods.

"Deal. Be prepared to make sure my baby gets high marks," Shawna said, confidently. There was no way she was going to lose, nor was she going to allow the girls to ever get their hands on the cock that belongs to her! Reaching behind her, peering over her shoulder at Denis as she lifted up the hem of her dress. Leaning forward, her skin heated as she felt his hands on her ass cheeks. "Oh god..." Shawna gasped as Denis didn't wait to be told as she felt his tongue running up her covered mound. Kay placed her hand over her mouth so not to alert the others over by the bonfire while she held onto the shoulders of two other friends to steady herself. "Yes Denis, taste me," she pleaded in a muffled voice as she felt her nectar soaking the fabric of her thong. Whimpering, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she finally felt her brother's tongue on her hot cunt.

"Damn, look at him go," Patty mused as she watched with stunned and hungry eyes as Denis hadn't once ease his efforts to taste Shawna's pussy for five long minutes.

"I know, makes me wonder why they," Evia said nodding to the bonfire, fighting herself from touching herself like everyone there. "Never taste us more than two minutes." Her eyes glanced to the left as Shawna's squeal was muffled by Kay's hand.

"He's even licking her cream up!" Patty said, in awe.

"You lucky bitch," Kay whispered into Shawna's ear playfully.

"Denis! Oh god yes!" Shawna screamed out behind Kay's hand as his lips captured her clitoris. God. She needed his cock in her. She didn't care if she was going to fuck her brother in front of her friends. She was tired of dreaming of what that hard tool would feel like deep within her cunt. Reaching behind her tapping her brother's shoulder telling him to let up so she could get to the main event. There would be plenty of time to have that cock in her mouth, especially when she got home. Feeling her friends creating a wall keeping unwanted eyes from viewing what was about to happen. Taking hold of Denis's hand once she sat in his lap facing him. "Feel your sister's pussy Denis," Shawna whispered into his ear. "Feel how wet you make my pussy." Her brown eyes burned in her hunger as she rubbed her brother's hand along her wet cunt. Feeling his hard cock poking at her as she sat on his lap. "How about you stick that cock into your hot, sweet, caring sister's pussy," Shawna purred as she eased down his zipper.

How she had dreamt of this as her hand slipped into his pants. Her lips lightly plucking at his to keep his attention elsewhere. Biting her lip as she felt the heat of his cock. The way she felt his pulse on the palm of her hand as her fingers wrapped around its shaft. Lifting her hips slightly once she had pulled his phallus out of the confines of his shorts. Her eyes always on his, so Denis would know that once he entered her their relationship would go from brother and sister to lovers and hopefully in a few years, marriage. Hey, a girl can dream can she not?

"Oh Denis!" Shawna lightly moaned as she sank down on her brother's rod. Her body trembled as she slid further down his hard, hot, pulsating pole. After the last boyfriend she had, that looked somewhat like Denis, but not enough to draw suspicion to her, which was two years ago, that was the last time she had sex. Given the looks he was giving her when she called out for Denis as he fucked her, not well mind you, they were both virgins. Nonetheless, she couldn't take it anymore. Her obsession with Denis drove her to take that boy to bed on their prom night. Once it was done she felt so dirty, so ashamed that she allowed her lust, her need to let him have what Denis should have gotten tonight. Her innocence! After that night she never saw him again. He just couldn't measure up to her sweet brother, and no one ever would. "God. Your cock feels so good deep inside my wet pussy," Shawna purred. Her lips capturing his as her hips rolled as she quickly rode that hard cock. They couldn't fuck all night like she wanted to on the first day of spring break. Plus, she knew how tight she was given the two years of just getting herself off with her fingers. If she was truthful with herself, she desperately wanted to feel her brother's cum flooding her womb.

She knew she should have made Denis wear a condom, yet she didn't think she'd be fucking her brother on a bet in front of everyone either. Not that she was complaining, yet she wasn't on birth control. Even though she should have been given that she knew she would be riding her brother's cock. However, her lustful mind wanted the risk of Denis getting her pregnant. If that did happen she would deal with it then.

Shawna felt her dress being lifted as she rode that hard pole. "Damn, she's already creaming his cock!" Kay whistled. Watching how it slipped out of Shawna's pussy. Kay licked her lips at Denis's wet cock, as well did the other girls. Noting how Shawna reached down, gripping the base of his cock before returning it to her wet cunt.

"You ride that cock Shawna, make it cum!" Patty urged Shawna on while keeping her voice low.

"Look how she's trembling she's close," Amber whispered, slightly annoyed that she wouldn't be getting that date. Watching how Shawna slammed her hips down, and the squeal that was muffled by how she was passionately kissing Denis.

"God. Denis its so hot!" Shawna moaned as she felt her brother's seed sitting deep within her cunt. Leaning in tasting the lips of the man she's just made love to and she didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest. Feeling his wet cock sliding out of her as she lifted herself off his lap. Arching an eyebrow when he quickly stuffed his manhood back into his shorts. She was going to suck it clean. Then again, Denis was probably embarrassed that he had to perform in front of others. So, she let it slide not knowing the true reason. "A deal is a deal, right?" Shawna asked, shooting her friends a look.

"Well Denis, it seems you'll have all of us tutoring you. I bet all the guys you know will be so jealous that you get to spend time alone with seven single, hot, college women," Kay said, smiling down at him as she cocked out her hip.

After that they went back to enjoy the rest of the party. Denis noticed the nods and raised drinks when his sister and her friends always had him surrounded. It seemed to him none of them wanted to let the other women at the party get their claws into him, since word had spread that he had knocked out that ass Phillip Dungdee. Denis also got the feeling everyone of his sister's friends were trying to lure him away from his sister and the other six. It was draining having to be on guard for the rest of the night. He couldn't remember when he had been touched so much, nor when he had a girl's breasts rubbed against him so often. Once it reached 10:15 knowing they had to get back before curfew. He was not expecting to have seven different numbers stuffed into his pocket.

"I'll get the info from Kyle about the match, after what I saw you do to Phillip. I'm kind of excited to see what you can do in the ring. Who knows you might be able to get a sports scholarship if you want to go to college," Patty whispered into his ear as she slipped her number into his back pocket cupping his ass as she did. Knowing if he was half as good as she thought he was then her coach would definitely want him on the college's boxing team; and if she was right about him then she was sure Denis could take them to the championships. "I look forward to our private tutoring sessions," Patty purred lustfully before waving goodbye to Shawna who glared at her as she walked back to the party.
They made it home with fifteen minutes to spare. How Shawna wanted to make out with Denis in the driveway yet knew that would draw too many looks from the neighbors. Sighing in her mind when she couldn't walk hand in hand to their home. Although, his eyes on her ass wasn't a bad consolation prize.

"Hi Mom," Shawna said, once she walked into the house. Handing the keys back to her mother who was standing in her robe waiting on them to get home as she kissed Helen's left cheek. "I enjoyed tonight Denis," she purred sensuously, as she looked at him as her left foot rested on the first step of the stairs. "How about next time it's just the two of us?" Shawna winked with a lustful smile at his rosy cheeks. Loving how she could do that to her brother, also loving how his cum felt leaking out of her cunt on the drive home.

"Go get ready for bed baby, I'll be up in a minute once I get your father ready for his shift," Helen whispered in want once Shawna headed up the stairs.

Denis released a breath as his back bounced on his bed once he had stripped off his clothes. Still feeling his sister's sex on his cock. Wondering if his mother was really going to do that. Hearing the garage door closing, seeing the headlights of his father's truck as it shone through the window above his bed. Peering down his body as his door slowly opened. His mother's body was haloed by the hallway light as her ravenous eyes gazed at his near naked body. Her hands loosened the belt of her robe as she stepped into her son's room. Feeling his cock swelling as the door slowly closed behind her.

To Be Continue...


Soul Food Pt. 03
A championship belt, an interview, and a scholarship, oh my.
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits

******

A month later, the night of the title match...

Denis's black and grey boxing shorts shimmered in the overhead lights that hummed above his head. Shawna's brown eyes gazed down at him as she wrapped his hands in tape. Her lushest lips curved into a smile, remembering the night before when he walked into his bedroom with her laying naked on his bed on her stomach. Her left leg bent just so, so her brother's eyes could gaze at her chocolate peach without hindrance. Remembering the feel of his lips as they danced up her spine, the way his fingers felt as they explored her sex, to how his hardening cock moved in-between her ass cheeks before Shawna reached between her legs and guided it where his cock truly belonged. Her ebony hair swayed as she bent down, placing a kiss on both of his hands. She was hoping that Denis won this match. She knew the boxing coach from her college was out in the audience along with Patty. Shawna hoped that Denis put on a good match so he'd get scouted for college; that way, the two of them could spend more time together -- preferably alone. Yet she had seen how her friends had gravitated towards her adopted brother over the month as each one tutored him. She was pleased that his grades were improving. Shawna just hoped it was enough to get him into college. Moving off to the side as Denis's trainer moved to fill the space she once occupied.

"You got this, Denis, you beat him once, just remember how he moves," the man said, to which Denis nodded in understanding. "Now show him what the new champ can do," he said, with a broad smile as his fist lightly hit the top of his gloves.

"You hear that, son? They're chanting your name," George said, from his wheelchair with a proud smile on his face as his son peered over at him. Raising his right hand, looking up as his daughter stood beside him, resting her hand on his left shoulder, patting her hand. "Everyone is here, your family," seeing the loving light in his son's green eyes when he said that word, "is rooting for you to show this city that you aren't defined by your past, but by your actions out in that ring," George said, ignoring the scars that dotted his son's chest and back given to Denis by people that in his mind were pure evil. That's the only thing he can call them due to what they had put his son through before Denis came into their lives. Watching how his coach -- the man he had introduced Denis to when he was fifteen -- helped Denis into his black robe. "Now you go out there and give them a fight to remember," he said, taking hold of his son's gloved left hand and smiling back at Shawna when she pushed him alongside his son towards the doors. He wanted everyone to know that Denis was his son.

The crowd roared at the sight of him as he along with his father and sister exited the shadowy hallway that led to his locker room. Seeing his mother smiling proudly at him with Will on her right side with his Uncle Stan on her left, accompanied by Jill, his wife, Ida, his stepdaughter, and Dorthey, their grandmother. Flashing Patty a smirk, taunting her friend that she couldn't be in the locker room with Denis. Also noting how the boxing coach beside her was taking down notes.

"Good luck," Shawna whispered into his ear, placing a kiss on his left cheek as she pushed her father into the handicap spot beside her brother. Noting how Denis fist-bumped bumped Stan while flashing Jill and Ida a smile and a nod. A little annoyed at how Ida had that look in her eye as she gazed at Denis. It was the same look she had when she looked upon her little brother. Shawna heard Jill's and Ida's gasps as they got their very first look at the horror of the life Denis had lived before her parents saved him from that fate. She saw how Stan nodded his head when she couldn't make out what they were saying to him, seeing his coach inserting Denis's mouthguard before he bounded up the steps. Smiling at Will as she sat down beside him, Shawna could see the excitement in his eyes as Denis lightly danced in place, throwing a few punches to warm up. Slipping her hand into Will's as the announcer entered the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight is the rematch title fight for the featherweight belt!" Shawna winced at the loud cheers and claps that filled the air. "Here in this corner, we have the former champ eager to reclaim his belt!" The man gestured to the five-foot, five-inch tall Latino nineteen-year-old boy. "And in this corner, we have Denis 'The Stinger' McCarty ready to defend his title!" Shawna heard Patty roar along with her uncle, his wife, and Ida when Denis held up his right arm, greeting those that came to watch the match. "Without further ado, let this title fight begin!" the man exclaimed before backing away, and the bell sounded starting the first round.

Along with her family, Shawna nervously watched as Denis panted heavily after five rounds, and neither of them had landed the finishing blow. However, it seemed like Denis's opponent was a little more worn down than her brother to her eyes. Yet she did notice how Denis was keeping his right eye closed due to the cut above it to keep his blood from blinding him.

"Denis, just hang in there a little longer; you have him on the ropes." Denis nodded as he washed his mouth out before spitting into the pale beside his stool. "We're going to have to get the Cutman to deal with that," he said, looking at the gash above Denis's right eye. "Or they'll stop the fight."

"Do it!" Denis said, in determination. His family had all came out to support him. He wasn't about to disappoint them in losing this fight that he had worked so hard to get to where he was just to throw in the towel now. He knew while he was getting attended to, that would give his opponent time to rest up. Nonetheless, Denis had noted how he was still dropping his left guard just like he had done during their first bout. Was it a way to lure him into a trap? To throw him off balance so the man could get around his guard. Grinding his teeth against the pain as the Cutman worked to stop the bleeding. He knew if he didn't finish the fight in the next round, the wound would reopen again.

"Watch out for his left hook. It seems he's trying to lure you in," his coach whispered into his ear, mirroring Denis's thoughts, quickly wiping Denis's face so the sweat wouldn't be hindering Denis in the sixth round.

Bouncing on his feet, bumping his fist together. Denis wasn't about to disappoint his family. He was going to win this thing. The title meant little to him; it was the time spent as his father, along with his mother, that helped him channel his anger into more practical ways instead of landing himself in jail. He knew without the two of them. He would have followed down that dark road. This fight was to show them that their time and effort wasn't wasted on the homeless, dirty, ragged little boy they had found eight years ago looking for food in their trash.

The crowd fell silent as they all listened as Denis's opponent landed hard on the mat as his right hook took his opponent by surprise. All waited in hushed silence as the referee counted down, throwing his arms in the air as the count reached ten. Then the thunderous roar of the crowd rang out as his opponent's body still lay twitching on the mat. It wasn't until his own coach knelt beside him, running some smelling salts beneath his nose, that the man showed any signs of life.

"The winner of this rematch between the former champ and the current one is..." Lifting Denis's left arm to call the fight in his favor officially. Walking over to the judges' table and taking the belt, the middle judge handed him and placed it on Denis's right shoulder.

"Hell of a punch, man," his opponent groaned as they shook hands once he and Denis removed a glove each.

"Thought I was going to blackout with that kidney punch," Denis said, with a friendly smile.

"Don't lose that title until I can make my way back up the ladder," he said, before his coach led him out of the ring.

"Denis!" Shawna shouted, rushing up to him as his coach laid his robe along his shoulders.

"Ow, ow," Denis hissed as she collided with his bruised ribs.
"Sorry," Shawna said bashfully, backing away.

"Damn, son, I thought you had him in the fourth round," Stan said, proudly. "That was a damn good fight," he said, lightly but firmly, placing his hand on Denis's left shoulder.

"Well, what do you expect Stan, he's my boy," George said, smiling up at his son. "Here, I'll hold onto that while you go change," he stated, nodding to his son's hard earn prize.

"We'll get you stitched up, then we'll all go out for a family dinner," Helen said, with a warm, loving smile. All through the match, her eyes couldn't look away from Denis's ass, or could she refute how good it felt in her hands when she held onto while Denis plunged his hard could into her molten peach.

"Honey, what happened to you?" Jill asked; her eyes couldn't look away from the ragged scar that ran diagonally along his chest.

"Not here, Auntie," Denis said low, as he passed her.

"Told you to wait," Stan whispered into his wife's ear. "Told you he doesn't like talking about it in public."

"Young man, I'm with The Chronicle," her arm darted through the gap of his family's bodies, "when you have time, I'd like to interview you about your match," she said, holding out her card. Noting how Helen loosened the strap of his left boxing glove and slipping it off his hand and taking the other from him before Denis took her card from her grasp. "Please, email me, or call any time; congratulations on your win," she said, before walking off.

"Denis!" Patty called out, waving her arm in the air so he could see her through the crowd that surrounded him. Noting how Denis nodded to those speaking to him as he made his way through the crowd that his family had formed around him. "Hi," she said sweetly once Denis neared. "This is coach Rich; he oversees the college men's and women's boxing team I told you about; Coach Rich this, as you can see, is the young man I told you about."

"Nice footwork you have there," Rich said, holding out his hand to Denis. "After that wonderful match, I'd like to invite you to come and tour the campus and our boxing program." Handing Denis his card, "Give me a call. If I don't answer, please leave a message. I promise you I'll return it the moment I'm free. I believe we at Havenwood can do great things for you and you for the team," Rich said, with a warm smile, noting the strength in Denis's hand, biding him a goodbye, thanking Patty for introducing him to Denis before leaving the two of them.

"Think of it, Denis. If you get in, you and I will be on the same team," Patty said, with a wide smile at his perplexed look. "I'm the captain of the women's boxing team. So if you make the team, we'll be on the same bus," moving closer to him, shooting Shawna a taunting look over his shoulder, "plus we'll be staying in the same hotels when we go on away matches. Just think of it, you could sneak to my room and do whatever you want with me," she purred heatedly into his ear before placing a kiss on his cheek. "Drop by the college Wednesday. That's when the women's team is practicing," Patty said, her eyes flashed hungrily at his wide eyes as her fingers ran along the length of his manhood. "See you then." Waving to him as she sashayed towards the exit.

After a few hours waiting in the urgent care center near the old arena that had been converted to showcase local sporting or other entertainment events that didn't cater to the thousands, Denis found himself surrounded by the people that loved him. All sharing laughs as they recounted one tale after another. That was until Jill pulled Denis off into the shadowy corner of the restaurant after he had left the restroom.

"Denis, I know you don't like talking about it; tell me what happened. How did you get those scars?" Jill asked, with a concerned look in her eyes.

"They ever tell you how they found me?"

"Some," Jill nodded.

"Well, one very cold thanksgiving, I stumbled upon a house filled with the two nicest people I've ever met. Starving given how I had been living on the streets for six months by that time. What you see on my body is the fact that evil people are closer than you think," Denis said, laying his right hand on his chest.

"Oh... honey," Jill said, wrapping Denis in a tight hug. "Please tell me they put the people that did that to you away."

"Mom put the guy, that was hurting the girls, that the State put me with behind bars. He won't be getting out of prison for the rest of his life, given what he was doing to them. The only reason he got away with it for so long was because his wife was deaf, and she couldn't read lips. So whenever they tried to tell her, she didn't understand. That was until I tried to stop it, but you've seen the scars," Denis spoke, seeing her nod.

"There you are," Helen said, finding Jill and her son standing in the corner. "Let's go home son, it's getting late," she uttered with a warm motherly smile.

"Mmmkay," Denis chirped, returning Helen's smile. "Bye, Auntie," he said, hugging her goodbye.

"Bye honey, you need anything you call, okay?" Jill stated in a caring voice.

"Will do," Denis nodded.

******

"Come, Denis, the Epsom salt will help soothe your body," Helen said, walking into Denis's bedroom wearing only a robe. Noting how he was lying on his back, holding up the belt before him with a smile on his face. "And help with the bruising I'm sure your feeling right now," she stated over her shoulder as she walked into his bathroom. Knowing how they wouldn't be interrupted, given how she had locked his door. Humming as the sound of the rushing hot water poured into the tub. Her eyes flickered up; a seductive smile rose the corners of her lips as her son walked in naked with his towel resting on his shoulders as she sprinkled the salt into the steaming water. "Come here, baby, let mama take care of that," Helen purred at the sight of his hardening cock when she noted how his eyes glanced down at her exposed mound. Those warm brown eyes of hers gazed up at him as her lush, chocolate lips glided along his ever-hardening shaft. Loving how she could make her son's eyes flutter when she tickled the underside of his crown with the tip of her tongue. Her head rocked; her salvia glistened upon his skin as she pleasured that hard tool of his. Knowing that her son was never going to leave her or her home. She didn't care how it looked. She didn't care if there whispers floating around the neighborhood when Denis got older. All she cared about was that her son, the boy she saved, was now doing the saving, i.e. her marriage.

She knew if her draught lasted much longer, she would have done the unthinkable and took the twenty-year-old intern that started a few months ago into her office, climbed onto her desk, spread her legs, and told him to fuck her. Not that she was attracted to the man. It was the fact at the time she was hornier than she's ever been. It wasn't George's fault; he did everything he could -- minus fucking her himself, which was no longer in the equation -- to keep her sexual needs satisfied. Yet she was never one to use toys or any other outside devices, not when she and George had a very healthy sex life before his shooting. Yet that very thing never happened. She knew if she cheated on George, sure it would felt great at the time, yet she would have been so racked with guilt once the deed was done. So ashamed of what she had done to George and their marriage, she wouldn't have been able to look him or her children in the eyes if she had let those thoughts led her astray. Nonetheless, that wasn't what happened. Due to George's suggestion and her son's strength, she no longer had to worry about her wandering eyes. That Helen knew would get her into trouble sooner than later.

"Mmm, feel those balls," Helen cooed as she cradled Denis's sack in her left hand. "Just feel how heavy they are yearning to empty their load into your mother's pussy," she said, in a lustful voice, her tongue flickering against her teeth as she peered up at her son. She's been on the pill for the past three weeks. She waited a week to give her pills time to kick in before she allowed her son to go bareback in her hot, wet cunt. Helen knew there was a possibility that she could get pregnant even on the pill, yet she didn't care. She didn't care if she carried her son's child; she didn't care if the child was mixed or not. She would love the child regardless because he or she would have been born out of love and not lust. "You love it when you creampie my pussy, don't you, baby?" Helen asked, in a libidinous voice.

"You know it," Denis agreed, smiling down at her. Seeing his mother's cheeks heating as he bent forward, her fingertips skimmed along his cheeks, lightly moaning into his mouth as their lips embraced. A burning desire emanated from her eyes as she gazed at him as Denis undid the knot in the belt of her robe. Displaying her 38D breasts to him, her breath grew rapid, her body trembled as he cradled her left breast in his right hand.

"Oh Denis," Helen sighed, holding her son's head against her right breast and slipping her right leg over the edge of the tub and into the water to give Denis better access to her womanhood. "Yes, baby, play with me," she lightly moaned as they waited for the water to fill the tub. Rocking her hips, her tongue rolled in his mouth so her wails of pleasure wouldn't be heard by Will, who at that moment was studying in his room.

Still unaware of the fact that her eldest son knew all about them. Will also knew about Shawna and Denis, yet he already knew about his sister's infatuation with Denis for years, so he wasn't upset as he was when he learned about his mother and Denis. Moreover, Will developed a fetish for listening in on his mother and sister. At first, he was ashamed of it as his semen ran down the wall whenever he listened to either one getting fucked by Denis. However, as the days passed and the moment he hears his mother or Shawna speaking in Denis's bedroom, his cock immediately starts to harden. Knowing that soon he would be enjoying the sounds of his sister's and mother's voice as they begged Denis to fill them with his cum. Did he wish it could be him in there, having his dick sucked, feeling the warmth of his mother's pussy wrapped around his cock as he stood, instead of having his ear pressed against the wall, listening to the running water and their muffled voices? Very much so. Although, Will wasn't about to bring up what he longs for to his mother. No. All through that month, he had watched how his mother began to change back to the woman from three years ago.

He knew his mother needed this. Will knew she never once neglected his father. In reality, Helen was more attentive to George, at least as far as he could tell. So he knew he couldn't bring forth his desires that have been brewing in his very core. As the saying goes, he had no wish to rock the boat, not when he saw his parents' relationship growing stronger by the day. So he would have to deal with listening in for now. Will was hoping to find some cheap wireless spy cameras that an overworked college student could afford and place them in Denis's room. In hopes that he could finally know what his mother and sister look like in the nude. So that he didn't have to rely on his imagination on what his family members looked like in the throes of passion.

"Yes, Mom, why don't you suck my cock, huh?" Will grunted low, stroking his cock, feeling it swell as he heard his mother orgasming loudly. "Give Denis a day to rest, let me take care of you," he whispered as he closed his eyes, living in his daydream where his mother was on her knees. Her cheeks sinking in as she swallowed his nine-inch monster. "Fuck Mom, I'm going to cum," Will hissed as his mushroom top swelled, splattering his hot cum against the wall. While he always cleaned it after he had jerked off, Will could still see the streaks where his cum ran down the wall. Quickly wiping up the evidence when he heard Shawna on the stairs. Tugging his cock back into his shorts and hurriedly retaking his seat at his desk just in time as Shawna appeared in his doorway.
"Hey, Will," Shawna said, happily. "Dad was wondering if you'd like to come down and watch a movie with us?" In truth, it was to get her brother out of his room in case their mother got a tad too loud.

"Sure, what is it?" Will asked, tucking his notes into the textbook he was studying at the moment.

"The new Rambo one," Shawna said, trying to sound up bet about it, yet that wasn't where she truly wanted to be.

"Oh, didn't know they came out with a new one," Will said, playing off that he didn't hear his mother's voice begging Denis to make her cum again as faint as it was. Also playing off how his sister glanced at him, wondering if he heard what she just heard. Will wasn't about to say a word. Their mother needed this. As weird as that sounded, he wasn't about to ruin his mother's happiness. Still, as they walked down the hall, he wondered what it would be like if it was him and not Denis.

******

"How's that, baby?" Helen asked, gently rubbing the hot, salted water into Denis's sore chest as she sat on the edge of the tub. She could see the bruising starting to appear given the blows his opponent had landed on his body.

"Better," Denis replied with a warm smile.

"Then... are you... able to..."

"Mom, if I had a broken leg, I'd find a way," Denis said, with a sinful grin. "Plus, you already got me throbbing kind of a shame to let it go to waste, don't you think?"

"Mmm... yes, yes, I do," Helen purred, slipping into the water. "We have to be quick, okay?" she uttered, knowing they or rather she couldn't stay in the bath with him for as long as she would have like with Will in the next room. He would be bound to wonder why she hadn't left by now. She was hoping he was studying too hard to notice if she had passed his room or not.

"Okay," Denis answered before burying his face in his mother's cleavage.

"Mmm, baby, I love it when you do that," Helen purred as she sank down on her son's hard root.

The water sloshed against the walls of the tub as Helen rode her son hard. Squeezing her fold the tightest that she could, to milk that cock of his. She wanted to feel her son's cum shooting deep into her womb. Where she hoped it would always be in the years to come. Kissing her son passionately, feeling his strong hands holding onto her ass as his hips started thrusting that hard rod deep into her secret jungle. Her mind recounted back to the years that she and her husband would make love in it. That was how they got Shawna, after all, and she wondered if this would be any different.

"That's it, baby, cum for your mother," Helen said, in a husky voice. "I know this has been shorter than what we normally do..."

"No, I understand," Denis nodded. He didn't want Will thinking any less of him, given what he was doing with their mother. He had no wish to disappoint his older brother. After all, Will helped him out the most when they were trying to catch him up with his peers in school. He knew without Will's help. He would have probably dropped out or have been held back for at least two years.

"God!" Tossing her head back as she felt her son dumping his load deep inside of her, "I love feeling you cum inside of me," Helen said, gazing lovingly into her son's eyes. "I know your cock loves the feel of my pussy too."

"Guilty," Denis smirked, watching his mother's eyes widen as he started to play with her starfish as he softened within the heat of her mound.

"Don't you go starting something you can't finish, young man," Helen teased, knowing he's been doing that for the past three times they've been together. She wondered if he knew she liked anal just as much as regular sex. While she couldn't take all of her husband back there (Before his shooting), she knew she would have no problem in doing so with her son. She wasn't degrading the size of his manhood. After all, it was the cock that broke her draught and gave her orgasms galore. She would never do that to her son. Did she miss the size of her husband? Yes, she would freely admit that, was she going to complain that her son couldn't measure up. Hardly. It wasn't the size of the cock that made her cum so much. It was the man she was with that did so, and she knew Denis loved her with all her heart, so Helen knew Denis would never leave her wanting. Like possibly the men that she would've taken to some hotel to get her fix.

"Now you relax for another ten minutes and let the salt do its work," Helen said, in a loving motherly voice as her hands lightly patted Denis's chest. Lightly placing a kiss on his lips, loving how those eyes of his always followed the sway and bounce of her chocolate orbs as she rose.

"Okay, Mom," Denis said, with a nod.

"I'm going to go check on your father. You come down when you're finished," Helen stated as her left arm slid through the sleeve of her robe after she had dried off. "I'll make you a little snack when you do; someone's going to need you to keep up your energy," she said, winking at her son, remembering the taste of her daughter's pussy on his cock the night he came home from the party a month ago.

******

Two days later...

"Thank you for agreeing to this interview Mr. McCarty..."

"Denis is fine," he said, cutting the female reporter off.

"So Denis, tell my readers how did you get into boxing?" she asked, crossing her legs as they sat in his parents' living room.

"Well... I was getting into trouble a lot. At the time, I had anger issues due to what was done to me in my childhood. My dad, before his injury, took me down to the local boxing gym and introduced me to my coach. With my parents' help, they helped me deal with all that anger I had built up inside of me more healthily and legal way than I was doing at the time." Turning his head to the right, seeing his mother moving around in the kitchen pretending to be tidying up when in reality, she was keeping her ears open to what they were talking about. "I owe them a lot. They helped me deal with things that at the time, given my background, really didn't pertain to me, or so I thought."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was given up as a baby, housed in homes that did things to me that were beyond illegal. Well... you've seen the scars," Denis said, seeing the woman's nod. "It was because of my parents that taught me how to be a person again, and not the check all the people the State placed me with saw me as for that I'll be forever grateful."

"There seems to quite a story there, care to elaborate?" she asked, making quick notes in her notepad.

"My parents, what can I say? They took in a homeless, dirty, raggedy, starving boy. It didn't matter if I was white, I could have been poke doted, and they wouldn't have cared. All that mattered was I was in need; I don't know how they put up with me, given how I was at the time. Teaching me what it meant to be a person again and not the whipping post I was beaten to think I wasn't human. It was their caring hand that showed me that not everyone is... evil. That some very decent people in this world would open their home, their hearts to a helpless boy," Denis said, his eyes glancing to the kitchen. Noting how his mother pressing her fingers to her lips, trying to keep silent so not to disturb their interview as Denis saw how she was on the verge of tears. "They taught me my life matters, that in here," patting his heart, "that I was indeed their son, regardless of my skin tone. That I finally had a place to call home, that I could stop running from the evil that dominated my life at the time.

So when my father was injured. I helped out the best I could. Took on roles and tasks that my father usually handled -- Why?" Seeing the woman nod, "Because I love my father, they done everything they could do, I know they weren't expecting me to return their kindness (That's what good parents do, or that's what I think), yet what do you do when the people that saved you now are the ones that needed the helping hand? It didn't matter what it was, how dirty, how tiring it was. All that mattered to me was if my parents were happy. That they needn't worry about the chores given what had happened to my father, who at the time needed my mother, they put themselves before everything to show me that they could be trusted that they weren't like those that..." Seeing her look, knowing what he meant when he patted his chest, "now it was my turn to show them how much I love them, to return that kindness they showed me eight years ago," Denis said, not drawing attention to the fact that tears were streaming down his mother's cheeks.

"That... would put you at... ten years old?!" the woman muttered, flipping through her notes.

"It would," Denis nodded, watching how her pen moved across her pad.

"Wow. That's..." Taking a dry swallow, knowing that this had simply been a sports assignment, she wasn't expecting to stumble into this emotional minefield.

"I know, I lived it," Denis said, darkly.

"So..." Clearing her throat, "now that you've won the city's featherweight championship, how do you feel?" she asked, returning to the purpose of her visit.

"Vindicated."

"How so?"

"This title shows the world that the time my parents took to teach me, care for me, and everything in-between wasn't wasted. That here," pointing to his mind and heart, "and here, holds their lessons that help to guide me and hopefully keep me out of trouble," Denis said, with a warm smile.

"I thank you for your time, Denis," the reporter said, rising to her feet once their interview was over. She had only thought this would be a simple paragraph or two-story about a boxing match, yet it appeared to her she had stumbled onto something more significant than she could even imagine. Hoping if what she suspected would finally get her off the sports beat and onto something more noteworthy. Shaking Denis's hand as they stood on the stoop of his home, her fingers rapidly typed out to her friend in the archives to pull everything they could on the McCarty's. Knowing she was going to be staking out the adoption records room down at town hall.

"Denis..." Helen whispered with a trembling voice as her son slowly closed the front door behind him, "was that all, what you said to that reporter, true?"

"Of course," Denis nodded curtly.

"Oh baby," Helen sighed in a motherly voice taking her son into her arms. "You know we feel the same way about you, right?" she asked, her voice muffled as she buried her face in her son's neck. Feeling her body heat as his arms wrapped around her. Holding him tightly against her, his hands ran up her back at the two of them stood in the foyer of her home.

"I know Mom, you and Dad are the best parents I could have ever hoped for," Denis said, rubbing Helen's back, feeling her hot tears on his skin as she cried.

"Look at me," drying her cheeks, "I'm a mess," Helen lightly chuckled as she backed away from her son.

"Nah, you're still as beautiful as the day you saved me," Denis said, truthfully.

Helen felt her heart flutter as her son's words settled on her shoulders. She knew she was going to break her promise to her daughter. She's tried to deny it ever since they've started having sex together. Helen couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to. She couldn't help falling in love with her son. Sighing in her mind wondering what she was going to do, now that she's admitted -- to herself at least -- that she was in love with two men, the two men that made her feel so loved, so safe, so... satisfied.

"Baby, go to my room and make yourself comfortable," Helen said, with a knowing look in her eyes. "Just let me tidy up, okay?" she uttered, knowing she was going to rock her son's world. That's what any woman should do for the man she loves, right? That's what she thought anyway.

******

Wednesday, Havenwood, gymnasium...

"Glad you could come, Denis," Patty greeted as she stood in front of the entrance to the gym. Noting the duffle bag, he was carrying in his left hand as he approached.

"You sure he thinks I'm going to make the cut?" Denis asked, knowing how important it was getting into college was to his parents and Shawna.

"You needn't worry about that Denis, not many of our members have a title beneath their belt before signing up," Patty said, waving off his statement. Her eyes flickered over his right shoulder, noting how Kay and Evia were quickly walking towards them. Patty kept her annoyance hidden, she was planning on having Denis alone with her, or as alone as one could get when the team was working out. "Come, let me introduce you to the girl's team," Patty said, with a friendly smile.

Denis's eyes noted the trophy case the moment he entered the gym. Whistling inside his head at the number of awards that their sports teams had won. Yet the only boxing trophy he saw was for the women's team that took second place a few years ago, looking over at Patty, noting how she waved to him as she held the door to the gymnasium proper open, waving to Kay and Evia as they entered behind him. Listening to Patty's coach barking out orders and suggestions along with the sharp rebuke of his whistle that was tucked between his lips.

"Coach! Our star is here," Patty called out, leading Denis across that waxed floor.

Denis felt his heart racing as Coach Rich turned towards him. "Glad you could make it," he said, holding out his hand to Denis. "I see you brought your gear. Good, Patty show him to the men's locker room. You bring a shirt to practice in?" Rich asked, knowing Denis probably didn't want everyone to know about the scars he had seen that night.

"Yes, sir," Denis nodded.

"Coach will be fine, good, as soon as you've changed, we'll get your hands wrapped, and then we'll measure your punching strength, some light sparring if you're up to it," his eyes glanced to the stitches above Denis's right eye, "and see how you do with working out with the team, sound fair?" Rich inquired, seeing Denis's nod. "Patty, while he's changing, fetch some head protection for him," he ordered.

"Yes, Coach," Patty called back as she led Denis to the men's locker room. "The men's team isn't here, so you needn't worry about a lock," she said, with a warm smile. "You got this Denis, with your experience, you'll be a shoo-in. See you in a minute," Patty winked at him before leaving him so he could change into his workout clothes.

"Ah, Denis, you don't linger in the locker room, do you?" Rich asked, with a warm smile as Denis came to his side.

"No, Coach," Denis said, politely.

"Let me see your hands," Rich ordered. He wasn't about to make Denis spar if his body wasn't up to the task given that match. "How are your other injures?" he asked, while studying Denis's hands.

"A little sore, but shouldn't be a problem," Denis answered, still feeling the throbbing of his rids and the soreness of his right side when his opponent landed that kidney punch.

"Good. Ronda see that Denis here gets taped up," Rich directed to the sophomore that was standing idly by.

"Okay, Denis, this bag has been set up to measure the amount of force my boxers exert," Rich stated once Ronda had finished taping up Denis's hands. Looking over at Patty, who was holding the bag for Denis. Also, noting the audience that started to gather in the bleachers. "Why don't you give it two jabs, and we'll see what we are working with, alright?" As the last word left his lips, Denis's fist struck out, landing squarely on the center of the bag. "Again," Rich barked, hearing the printer running as the software calculated the force of Denis's punches into psi. "Impressive," he whistled as he read the results. Knowing Denis had the power of a middleweight as he noted the 1000-1100 psi the sensors recorded. "How long have you been boxing?" Rich asked, as he folded the paper so he could show to the board when he made his case in offering Denis a sports scholarship.

"A little over three years," Denis said, truthfully as he flexed his fingers to keep the blood circulating within them. Seeing Rich's nod, hoping that was a satisfying answer.

"You up for a little sparing?" Rich inquired. He had to see what he could do when Denis was facing someone he's never fought before. Plus, given Denis's small stature, he wondered what he could do when facing someone in a different weight class than him.

"Yes, Coach."

"Good, Patty will be your sparring partner. Don't go easy on him," Rich directed, looking over at her.

"I wasn't planning on it," Patty answered with a cocky grin.

The sound of his whistle retorted loudly, "You two out of the ring!" Rich shouted. "I know you don't use this kind of gear," he said, helping Denis into the headgear the school requires their students to use during said matches. "But it'll help to keep your cut from opening up again," Rich said, seeing the understanding in Denis's eyes. Arching an eyebrow at the weight of Denis's boxing gloves. "You ever think about moving up in weight class?" he asked, knowing the weight of those gloves was meant for someone in middleweight, not in the featherweight class.

"No, not really," Denis shook his head.

"You should. I think you would do alright in it," Rich said, as he slid on Denis's left glove. "Just a few practice rounds, if you experience any pain from your injures, I'll stop the match and get you looked at," he stated, watching Denis biting down on his mouth guard as he nodded. "This will be three, three-minute rounds, Patty don't try to knock him out, just try to keep him from landing a hit," Rich ordered, watching Denis's footwork as he took a couple of practice punches and rolled his shoulders to get warmed up.

"Come on, show me what you got, Denis," Patty taunted, noting how Denis was trying not to eye her sports bra just as she was trying not to allow her eyes to linger on what lays beneath that blue tank top he was wearing. "Damn," Patty muttered in her mind shaking her left arm to get the sting out of it after blocking several of Denis's punches.

"You alright?" her vice-captain asked, looking up at her friend as they each rested in their corner after their first practice round.

"He hits like a truck," Patty uttered, rubbing her gloved right hand along her left arm. Never taking her eyes off of Denis as he leaned against the ropes of his corner, his arms on the top rope, waiting for her to leave her corner.

"Really, but he's so small," she muttered, her eyes glanced over to Denis.

"Well, he is the city's champ after all," Patty said, with a smirk.

"But you're in a different weight class. You shouldn't be having a problem with him."

"You want to get in the ring with him and see?" Patty asked, arching an eyebrow.

"That's enough chatting," Rich spoke, ringing the bell twice, telling them their break was over.

The soles of her boxing shoes rasped as they moved along the canvas top of the ring. Weaving her head to keep Denis from landing a punch, a punch she might add that was liable to knock her out. Her heart hammered when that fear almost became a reality when his left jab missed her cheek my mere millimeters. She knew she had to get Denis on the defensive so her coach could see what he could do when he was backed into a corner. Rolling with his right hook, countering with her left cross, she could see the pain in Denis's eyes went it landed on his bruised ribs, yet he didn't say a word. However, it did make Denis take a step back, and that was all she needed. That was until she unintentionally stuck his bruised kidney as he protected his head like they were all trained to do when on the defensive.

"I'm so sorry, are you..." Patty began to speak when Denis dropped to a knee and held up his right hand.

"Can you continue?" Rich asked, knowing that kidney must still be sore as hell given the blow he had taken in that match.

"Y-yeah, just need a minute," Denis whizzed, catching his breath.
"Patty to your corner," Rich nodded towards it.

"I'm so, so sorry," Patty mouthed as Denis limped to his corner. Seeing him nod, she hated to see the pain in his eyes. Watching her coach climbing into the ring, hoping that this hadn't ruined Denis's chances.

"What's wrong with him?" her vice-captain asked, as she squirted some water into Patty's mouth.

"Denis took a kidney punch during his bout four nights ago," Patty whispered into her ear. Her eyes always on him as her coach help Denis to his corner.

"I'm going to have to check," Rich said, in a warm tone. "I don't want you getting any more injured than you already are."

"Okay," Denis nodded weakly.

Patty gasped in horror at the largest black and blue bruise she's ever seen running up from the top of his right hip to the bottom of his ribs.

"That's it, I'm calling the match," Rich said, in a stern voice. He couldn't risk Denis aggravating his injury any more than he's already done, at least not on school grounds. "You can still work out, correct?" he asked, seeing how hard Denis was breathing due to the pain.

"Yes, Coach," Denis said, through the pain.

"Good," lightly patting Denis's shoulder, "why don't you go rest on the bleachers and catch your breath," Rich said, in a warm tone.

"Denis, are you hurt?" Kay asked once she and Evia had hurried down to his side.

"Just a little sore," Denis admitted.

"Here, let us help," Evia said, helping to take off his gloves.

"You just relax, okay," Kay said, brushing her 32B breasts along his right arm as she rubbed his back. Smiling wickedly at Patty, who had to stay and watch over her team while she and Evia could drape themselves over him. "We'll keep you company," she purred into his ear.

"Denis, you ready to continue?" Rich asked, after giving Denis ten minutes to rest.

"Yes, Coach," Denis said, rising from his seat.

"Good, let's see what you can do on the speed bag," Rich said, seeing Denis nod before heading over to it. Studying his stride, making sure he wasn't still suffering from the punch Patty landed on his bruised side.

"You sure your okay?" Patty whispered to him when she hurried to his side.

"Yeah, I'm okay. You just caught me unprepared," Denis smirked, seeing her reddening cheeks.

"You know I didn't..." Her voice grew still when he waved her off.

"I went into it injured; you didn't know. That's my fault for not protecting my side better," Denis said, easing her worry. "Got to say, you do have one helluva punch," he stated with a warm smile.

"As do you," her caramel skin heated as she grew bashful, "I don't think my left arm stopped being numb for five whole minutes," Patty said, glancing out the corner of her eye at him. "Where did you learn to punch like that?"

"My Dad," Denis said, proudly. "Taught me to be like Cassius Clay," throwing some rapid punches while dancing foot to foot, "you know float like a butterfly..."

"And sting like a bee," Patty said, finishing the quote. "Or in your case like a truck," she uttered, flashing him an alluring smile.

"Okay, Denis, let's see how long you can keep the rhythm of the bag without missing," Rich said, holding his stopwatch in his left hand. His eyes glanced down, noting the time, the sound of the speed bag thumping in his ears; he's always loved that sound. Arching an eyebrow as he watched Denis bobbing and weaving his head as the bag swung past him. "Your trainer taught you well," Rich said, in approving voice once he brought Denis to a halt after five minutes. "Now we, our boxing team, use cardio to keep our stamina up," looking perplexed at Denis's smile, "you feel up for a mile run?"

"Yes, Coach," Denis nodded, not telling him that he ran four miles every other day on the treadmill in the garage of his home after he had his workout.

"Excellent," Rich said. He had prepared for the groan all his students gave him when he mentioned running a mile. "Patty, Ronda set up the speed bags like always," he ordered before blowing his whistle to get the other's attention. While Denis's skills were good, he had no doubt about that, given the fight he had witnessed four days ago. However, he needed to know how Denis would work with a team. "Okay, Denis, the purpose of this is to see how well you can hit a moving target and connect your hits solidly on the bag as you follow after the person before you. It's the same thing on the other side of the track. Just you'll be using your left instead of your right," Rich said, pointing to the other side of the indoor track. "You got all that?"

"Yes, Coach," Denis answered.

"Good, why don't you go line up with the others while they get the bags setup," Rich directed, seeing Denis nod before jogging off to the front of the gym where the other girls were milling around and stretching before their run.

Feeling his cheeks heat as Kay and Evia whistled from the stands as he stretched without aggravating his injured side. Trying not to ogle the other girls in their tight-fitting clothes as they bent every which way. However, that all came to a halt when Patty and Ronda joined them, swallowing hard as Patty bent forward in front of him, allowing her yoga shorts to show off her mound. Patty flashed him a knowing smirk over her shoulder once she rose to her full height.

"Don't worry, Denis, you just follow after me and repeat what I do," Patty said, stretching her arms over her head, causing her 38B breasts to rise in her sports bra. Her blue-green eyes shimmered in her mischievousness at what must be going through that mind of his. Seeing his back straighten up as she stepped closer to him. "You can do that, can't you?"

"Y..." Clearing his throat, "Yes," Denis said, trying to keep his voice steady. Feeling his face burning at their combined giggles.

"No need to be shy Denis, we are friends, aren't we?" Patty asked; a hungry light flashed across her eyes as she pulled her hairband along her long ponytail. Causing her cinnamon brown hair to drape down her back, coming to a stop just below her shoulder blades. Her lush lips curved into an alluring smile as she made him watch how the light played along her exposed skin while she redid her hairband, winking at him as Rich called them all to line up.

"Why aren't you panting?" Patty asked, breathing heavily, her chest heaving as they walked a lap to cool down after their mile run.

"Run four miles every other day," Denis said, matter-of-factly. Noting how their coach was looking over something on his clipboard. "So what do you think my chances are?" he whispered to her.

"Well, not including the sparing something I doubt Coach will hold against you. You didn't know you would be given your bout four days ago. Pretty good, I'd say, it's not often we get a reigning champ on our team," Patty said, with a warm smile, causing her teammates to look back at them. "You should have seen him, girls, took six rounds, and it ended with a right hook," Patty said, mimicking Denis's stand that night and the way he threw the winning punch. "That was an amazing fight. Do you have any more soon? I know defending the city title probably isn't going to be a quiet affair."

"No," shaking his head, "no so soon," Denis said, feeling nervous with all their eyes on him.

"Well, you let me know. I want to come to cheer you on," Patty said, lightly bumping into his shoulder.

"Denis come here for a bit," Rich called out, pulling Denis away from his conversation.

"Yes, Coach."

"Eighty-eight percent accuracy not bad for your first time," Rich said, with a warm smile as he held out his hand to Denis.

"Thank you, Coach."

"That's all I have for you to do. Why don't you hit the showers, and I'll call your parents the moment I hear something from the board," Rich stated in a teacherly voice. Bringing his whistle up to his lips, blowing hard into it, "Okay, girls, you hit the showers too, remember we have that match next week, so don't do anything that will put yourself on the injured list," he barked out before heading off towards his office to make some phone calls.

"Patty, where are you going?!" Resheil -- Patty's vice-captain -- asked, as Patty quickly stuffed her clothes into her gym bag before shutting her locker in a loud thud.

"A girl never tells," Patty said, with a sneaky grin. "But if you hear moaning, do not come looking for me," she said, over her shoulder as she walked out of the women's locker room. Her eyes darted around, making sure no one -- namely Kay and Evia -- were around before quickly scurrying towards the men's locker room. She could hear the shower going as she dropped her bag on the bench, quickly pulling up her sports bra, shimming her hips as she pushed down her yoga shorts. She had removed her boxing shoes while in her locker room so she wouldn't have to take time getting out of them. Biting her lip as she stood nude in the doorway to the showers as she watched the water running down his back as his hand moved the bar of soap along his chest. "Let me wash your back," Patty whispered seductively into Denis's ear, causing him to just in startlement.

"Wh..." Her finger on his lips still his tongue.

"Shh. No questions," thinking it was cute at how he tried to hide his manhood from her, "did you think we weren't going to fuck?" Patty asked, taking a step forward and another until Denis's back pressed against the tile wall. "That I wouldn't want to when you've been all sweet to me, that us girls would just let you go being this adorable," she cooed. Her fingertips lightly ran down Denis's chest. Her very, very light brown nipples pressed into his chest, knowing how her areolas were to the point they almost blended into her skin tone. She wondered if Denis would suck on them like Shawna's has been going on about thinking they didn't know he was her adopted brother. She could see how he wanted to say that he was dating Shawna and keep to the ruse they played on the beach. True. She did think they were nothing more than boyfriend and girlfriend, that was until she ran a reverse google picture search on the photo she had taken of him three weeks ago. What came back shocked her to the core -- for a moment anyway -- when it came back with a news article about how Shawna's mother had rescued Denis from the abusive home he was in and the trial that was taking place at the time. Hearing Denis gasp as her left cheek brushed against his as her hand took hold of his member.
"We know. We know about you and Shawna. We see how much she loves you and how happy she's been since the night of the party," Patty whispered low, "we don't care about any of that, yet we won't sit by while she gets to have you all to herself. That's not fair to us girls, making us want you, need you." The pad of her finger traced down that long, jagged scar on his chest. "To yearn to feel your lips on our pussies," her nose nuzzled his hair while her lips brushed along his ear, "like we watched on that beach. To feel that tongue of yours lapping up our cream," her hot breath flowed over his skin, "to have our lips wrapped around this," she purred, feeling his cock swelling in her hand. "We'll keep it a secret if you keep it a secret. After all, you are sleeping with your sister, and she tells us everything," Patty spoke, her lips tugged lightly on his earlobe.
"Maybe someday you'll tell me how you got these scars," Patty uttered, kissing down Denis's neck. Lightly kissing along his sore ribs, hoping the softness of her lips were soothing away his pain. Keeping away from his injured side, she's caused him enough pain today she wasn't about to do so again -- even if it was unintentional.

"Oh... God." Denis's voice trembled as the warmth of Patty's mouth engulfed his hard rod. Listening to her gasp as she came up for breath, her hand stroking his cock, causing the sound of her saliva to resound in that steam-filled shower room.

"See, this isn't so bad, is it?" Patty asked, with a taunting smile. "After all," her eyes burned in her desire as he produced a groan of bliss as she sucked on the head of his cock, "you'll have us girls to watch your back, so you and Shawna don't get found out. You don't want your sister to become a pariah, do you? No, I don't think a good," watching him tremble as she licked up the back of his rod, "brother would want other people to harass her because she loves him, don't you think?" she asked, a hungry light burned in the depths of her eyes. "I know you don't, not after the way you defended her at the party, so what do you say. We help you, and you let us have this," Patty uttered before swallowing all of Denis's seven inches. "Don't take this as us forcing you, Denis," seeing the look in his eye, "either way, we'll help. Shawna is our friend, after all. Yet I'm sure she wouldn't mind sharing you now and again. I mean, you do have to keep up appearances. Someone is bound to get curious eventually if all you're doing is hanging around Shawna all the time. I don't think you want that kind of attention brought down on the both of you," Patty said, peering up at him from her squatting position.

"Now, how about you show me those tongue skills of yours," Patty said, feeling the heat of her body being pulled out of her as she laid on the cold, hard, wet tile floor. Her finger beckoning to him as she spread her legs open. "Look at it, Denis, I know you were looking at it before. I wanted you to look," she sighed as she ran her fingertips up her wet labia. "I want to feel you in here," spreading her lips open, showing off her moist center, "I want to feel what Shawna has felt for this past month."

"And you'll protect my sister?" Denis asked, his eyes moving along her naked body.

"I swear, no one will ever hear about the two of you from us. You have my word," Patty said, truthfully. "I wouldn't lie to you, Denis; I won't force you to have sex with me. I told you if you don't, I'm still going to protect her. It's what friends do. Still, that won't stop me from wondering what being with you is like," she said sweetly, her eyes running up his toned, scared body. "Plus, I'm sure we can teach you some things that you may not know to take back to Shawna. No woman should be left wanting. That's just a crime," Patty mused with a cocky smile. "Please, Denis, if it doesn't feel right, we don't have to do this again. Just this once, let me be the one that gets to have you."

Patty bit her lip as she felt his hands on her thighs. Feeling her clit twitch as his hot breath flowed over it. Her nose wiggled, catching the scent of her arousal on the air. Sucking in a gasp, her hand grabbed tufts of his hair, her eyes fluttered, feeling his tongue parting her labia.

"Yes, that's it, Denis right there," Patty panted, resting her legs on his shoulders. Her lower body curling upwards and towards her, was it hard on her back and shoulders, yes, yes it was. However, if she could ease the pain he was in and give Denis a better way to taste her sweet pussy, she would do it. She just hoped that it wouldn't get around school that she's fucked Denis in the men's shower. "Yes, yes, yes," Patty squeaked out, her thighs trembled, her canal clenched, her back lifted off the floor as Denis's lips sucked gently on her clit while the tip of his tongue teased the underside of it. "Oh God, yes Denis, I'm going to cum. Make me cum for you," she begged, squirming when she felt his tongue curling within her hot, wet channel. Holding his head tightly against her sex, her cream surging down her canal. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, feeling it coating Denis's tongue and how he was lapping it up like he had done with Shawna at the party.

Patty had forgotten what it was like to have someone do that. The men at the college only cared about having their dicks sucked and making her swallow their cum. What her needs were they didn't care about, or that's has been her experience with the opposite sex since she's been attending Havenwood. Swing her legs off of his shoulders, sitting up. Her hands lightly took hold of the sides of his face. Running her tongue along his chin, tasting her sweet nectar on his skin before her tongue darted into his mouth. As they were locked in their passionate embrace, all Patty could think of was how good she tasted on his tongue and when the next time they could be together. She didn't care if Denis had a huge cock, or a small one, which wasn't the case. All she cared about was how he made her feel; right then, she wanted to do everything in her power to try and drive away those memories of his past. A seductive smile was on her lips as she rose. Her right hand ran along her ass as she peered back at him from over her shoulder.

"Come, Denis, let me show you what I can offer you," Patty said, presenting her ass to him while her left hand braced herself against the wall. "Let this pussy of mine pleasure that hard cock of yours," she cooed, spreading her labia showing Denis how eager and how welcoming her cunt was to have his hard cock resting deep within it. Gooseflesh raced across her skin at the touch of his strong hands running over her ass before taking hold of her hips while her fingers guided his rod towards her entrance. "Fuck me, Denis," Patty pleaded in a soft voice as her mound molded to his manhood as he inched it deeper into her.

Telling him to pull out when she felt Denis on the verge of cumming after fifteen minutes of feeling his balls slapping against her clit. Her nectar dripped down to the floor when she felt his hot seed coating her back, biting her lip, feeling it running down her ass crack, and down along her quivering starfish. She loved it when her partners did such a thing; it made her feel kind of dirty and aroused at the same time.

"Will you be safe going home?" Patty asked, as they stood in front of the gym.

Looking down at his phone, "Yeah, I'll catch a ride home with Will," Denis said, knowing his brother's class should be ending in a few minutes.

"Okay," stepping closer to him, feeling her mound throb in satisfaction, "you be safe. It would be hurtful to me to learn something happened to you. After all, we're friends... well, really close friends," Patty said, with a coy smile at his reddening cheeks. "I'll be very sad to learn that something happened to keep you off the team. We have so many places to paint my sex on when you take me to your bed in whichever hotel we're at," she purred, leaning in, kissing Denis one last time before she too had to leave for her late afternoon class. A warm smile appeared on her lips as she looked back, noting how Denis was watching her ass as she walked away. Hoping that this wasn't just a one-time thing, that they would be together for many, many more times before she graduated.

******

Two weeks later...

The elevator cables hummed as the cab sped upwards towards the twentieth floor of the Halper Hedge Fund incorporated building that was nestled in the middle of downtown Knoxville, Tennessee. Her green eyes ran down the page of the Wall Street newspaper, something she always did in the mornings when Coraline Bentsen -- her maiden name was Willingham -- or will be again once her divorce would become finalized. It was nothing she did. She worked hard to keep the marriage afloat along with the long hours she worked as the VP of sales for the company, yet it seemed her soon-to-be ex-husband cared more about sticking his dick into some strange pussy than keeping the promise they made to each other on their wedding day.

"Morning, Mrs. Bentsen," greeted one of the interns as she stepped out of the elevator.

"Good morning," Coraline greeted, walking past the young man. She had seen how he looked at her from the moment he landed the internship. While she was flattered that she could still turn a twenty-something young man's head, she wasn't stupid or horny enough to risk her job over meaningless sex. She hadn't worked so hard to get to where she was just to lose it all now. A smile appeared on her lips as she strolled towards her office, hearing her employees on their phones trying to make sales, along with the ever-present tapping of keys. Noting how her secretary rose from her seat when she saw her approaching her office just like clockwork. Coraline did love it when everything ran like it was supposed to.
"How are you, Mrs. Willingham," which got a wide smile from Coraline, she was the only one at her work that knew of her marital troubles, "I hope that man high tailed it the moment you had him served," Marybeth said, with a wicked smirk.

"He didn't bother to come home, the first and only smart thing he's done, ever!" Coraline said, earning a chuckle from Marybeth. "So anything new going on?" she asked when Marybeth handed her morning coffee like she had always done for the past six years.

"No, it's pretty quiet this morning. However, this arrived for you half an hour ago," Marybeth said, handing Coraline a sealed FedEx envelope along with her other daily mail.

"Odd, I didn't order anything..." Her breath grew still, her heart seemed to stop as she noted who had sent it. "No, no, he said he'd never contact me again!" Coraline muttered into her mind.

"Are you okay?" Marybeth asked, noting how Coraline's hands were trembling. Watching worriedly as Coraline said nothing as she slipped into her office and shut the door, arching an eyebrow when her boss hastily closed the blinds.

Dropping her mail on her desk, her eyes darted to and fro as Coraline stared aimlessly out her office window at the city she's has called home since leaving college. She had thought she had put the past behind her eighteen years ago. That he would leave her alone if she didn't press charges against him for drugging her and getting her pregnant from the rape at the age of fourteen. Her parents had packed up their house and moved the day after she had put the child up for adoption, yet he had insisted that she have it aborted, something she couldn't bring herself to do. She had lied and told him she had so that he would get out of her life. The last thing she knew was he tried it again on one of his other female students, and it didn't end well when the girl's father showed up unexpectedly and caught the evil, wicked man in the middle of trying to rape his unconscious daughter. After her parents told her he was sent to prison, that was the last thing she ever heard or cared to know about the man that raped her.

"Yet why now? How did he find me?" Coraline muttered into her cup. Turning slightly, eyeing the FedEx package, wondering what the man had sent to torment her all over again. This was not how she thought her morning would have gone. She had hoped it would be like every other morning. Her reading her mail and email, reading the reports of the Hedge Funds they managed and enjoy her coffee before getting to the real work of being a VP. She was not expecting to be sent back to those fearful years she's endured thinking that man would find her once again and rape her all over. The tearing of the seal was loud in her ears, with trepidation reaching her hand into the envelope. Arching an eyebrow when there was only a newspaper article inside from her old hometown. Gasping loudly, the newspaper clipping fell from her hands and floated down onto her desk. Her eyes were wide at the man's handwriting that read: 'You fucking lying bitch!' Fainting as the image of a younger version of her rapist stared up at her.

To Be Continued...
Soul Food Pt. 04
A voice from the past brings ripples to Denis' life.
Thanks to Killerarmyguy and Taco for the edits.

Warning some of you might take offense about a few sections in this story. If you do, well, sorry, but sometimes stories are meant to be controversial to make you think and question. Now, if that stops you from reading this story, then I suggest you stop right now and seek another story to read; because I'm not going to pull any punches, and it might get some of you hot under the collar. Again, I apologize, yet the story calls for it. So, let this be a fair warning to anyone who continues to read this addition to the Soul Food series.

******

"Coraline, Coraline!" Marybeth spoke rapidly in a worried tone as she knelt over her unconscious boss. She had checked her pulse and her breathing. She was fearful about moving Coraline's head in case she cracked her skull open on something. Reaching up about to call 911 from the phone on Coraline's desk when she began to come out of her fainting spell. "Thank God, you had me so worried?!" Marybeth uttered, helping Coraline to sit up. "Are you alright?" she asked, seeing a look in her friend's eyes that she's never seen before. Fear!

"No, no, I am not," Coraline snapped as the flashes of her rape flared in her mind. "I'm sorry, Marybeth, I didn't mean to snap at you," she apologized. "I have to go," Coraline said, scrambling to her feet and pocketing the newspaper clipping of a boy that just might be her son. "If anyone asked, I got sick and had to take a personal day," she spoke hurriedly, closing her briefcase.

"Coraline, what's going on? I've never seen you like this before," Marybeth stated, watching something coming over her friend as she remained silent.

"I can't talk about it, Marybeth, at least not now," Coraline said in an apologetic tone.

"Okay, but there has to be something going on here, Coraline."

"I promise, when I can, I'll tell you," Coraline said, walking out of her office. "I hope," she added to herself. At the age of thirty-two, she never thought she would be faced with the picture of the child she had given up. It never occurred to her that he was still in that city. What was she going to do? Pulling out her phone, scrolling down her list of contacts and coming to her parents' number who lived in Oliver Springs, TN which was about fifty minutes from Knoxville. Lifting her phone to her ear as she stepped out of the cab of the elevator and walked hurriedly towards the parking structure that was attached to the building.

"Honey? What's wrong? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" her mother's voice came over the line as Coraline pushed the handle of the door with her hip and exited her place of business.

"He's found me!" Coraline said in a frantic voice.

"Who... oh God! Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm very sure!" Coraline snapped. "Sorry, sorry." Blowing out a breath as she stopped in her tracks. It always happened when that man came up.

"Oh, honey, are you alright?"

"No," Coraline said in a trembling voice as that fear she thought she conquered surged back to the forefront of her mind.

"Where are you? I'll come and get you."

"I'm coming to you; he sent me something," Coraline said in an ominous tone.

"He swore to us he would not contact you ever!"

"I know."

"I'll make sure he sees a damn jail cell again!" Coraline couldn't stop her smile from touching her lips when her mother went all mama bear. "When will you get here?"

"In an hour," Coraline spoke as her car door shut.

"Okay, honey, be safe; we'll see you when you get here."

******



"Okay, honey," her father spoke once they had calmed their daughter down after the fit of crying when they sat on their couch in their living room. "Your mother said something about that man sent you something?" he asked, pondering why he didn't end the bastard then and there. He knew why; his wife had talked him out of doing something stupid and rash.

"He sent me this," Caroline said, pulling out the newspaper clipping the man had sent her. Hearing her mother gasp and her father's hard breathing as Denis' picture peered up at them.

"He looks so much like him," her mother whispered, to which Coraline simply nodded. She couldn't tell what color of his hair it was nor the color of his eyes given the black and white photo of Denis. She didn't have to. It was burnt into her brain. How could she ever forget? He was her baby. She remembered those soft green eyes looking up at her as she held him in her arms once she had given birth to him. Recounting the small patch of brown hair on top of his head. To the feel of how he suckled on her left breast before the people from the State came to take him away. At the time, she thought she was doing the right thing. Yet, there had been times she wondered what had happened to him. If he's had a good life. If a family ever adopted him, and if they were kind to her boy. Wondering if he could forgive her for not taking care of him like a mother should, also if he ever thought about her. Looking over when her mother laid a hand on her right forearm.

"What do you want to do, honey?" her mother asked in a caring tone.

"I don't know?! Do I have any right after all this time just to pop up and say 'Hi! I might be your mother; let's find out!'" Coraline exclaimed, getting up from her seat.

"He most likely is Coraline. You know how adamant that bastard was in forcing you to get an abortion. So we can safely assume that it's his because I seriously doubt any woman would willingly sleep with that man and have his child," her father spoke with his wife nodding along.

"Look, he even has the name you gave him," her mother pointed out when she read the article.              

"What?!" Coraline uttered; she would have thought whoever adopted her son would have changed his name.

"Coraline, do you want to know if this is your son?" her mother asked, looking right at her, to which Coraline nodded vehemently. "I know your father would agree; we would like to know our grandson as well." Reaching over and sliding her hand into his, knowing what she said was true. "Let's see what we can find out about these McCarty folks," she said, looking over to where their old desktop sat .

******



Two weeks later...

Denis was walking home from the gym after his workout to keep limber as he waited for his next challenger to appear that wanted the title he had won a little over a month ago. For the past few days, it's felt like someone's been watching him. Stopping in his tracks when he came to a trash can that lined the sidewalks. Upturning the water bottle his trainer had given him after the sparring match he had with one of the men he was teaching, he went easy on him; Denis could tell the man had never stepped into the ring before. However, it was a good exercise, nonetheless. Even if the man outweighed him by fifty or more pounds. Screwing the cap on and tossing the empty bottle into the trash. Wondering what chores his grandmother needed him to do as he headed off towards the direction of her house. Denis turned when he heard a car stopping behind him as he waited for the crossing light to change. Arching an eyebrow when he watched a woman reaching into the trash and pulling out a bottle, which looked like the one he just threw away into a plastic bag.

While he wasn't anyone to disparage anyone from trying to stay alive by eating out of the garbage. He did find it odd that someone with the means of owning a car would be digging through the trash; also equally confusing was they only took the bottle before jumping back into their car.

"Fuck!" Denis was blinded when someone in the back fired off several camera flashes rapidly as they drove by him. It took the rest of his walk to his grandmother's house to get the dark spots to fade from his eyes.

Waving to his grandmother as she sat on her porch chatting away with the elderly man that lived beside her. He always wondered if the man had a crush on his Nana. Not that he could blame the man, his grandmother was awesome! Especially when she made her famous cream-cheese brownies. They were just to die for if you took Shawna's and his mother's word for it.

"Hey, Nana, Mr. Mullins," Denis greeted, not speaking about the weirdness that had just transpired. "Dad said something about you needing some work done around here."

"Hello, sweetheart," Dorthey said with a warm, loving smile on her face as she peered at her grandson. It didn't matter to her if Denis was adopted into the family; he was her grandbaby. "I do, I do," she nodded to his statement.

"What with?" Denis asked, looking around; the grass wasn't too high, her flower beds didn't look like they needed weeding.

"The gutters, they need to be cleaned out before the summer rains get here. Do you think you can..."

"Sure, Nana, just point me to where the ladder is," Denis said, cutting in. Not missing how that smile just grew when he spoke those words.

"It's leaning against the shed; Stan was supposed to do it for me, but he got a tad busy at his shop."

"Don't worry about it Nana, happy to help; I'm sure Uncle Stan will do it next time," Denis said before heading off towards the back of his grandmother's house.

"You be careful up there!" Dorthey hollered.

"Yes, Nana," Denis called back, smiling as he did.

"You have one caring boy there," Mr. Mullin said as he rocked in his chair. "I can barely get mine to lift a finger around my house."

"Well, that's the difference between nurturing and the whip," Dorthey teased her old-time friend. Hiding the pain of knowing Denis knew the feeling of the whip all too well. She also knew since she went to every court date to see the people who did that to her grandchild put in prison for a long time. As well as the social worker who turned a blind eye to the abuse that was occurring in the home the State had placed him into. Dorthey pondered on what happened to Denis' birth mother as she chatted away with her friend. Also asking herself if Denis wanted to find her or if he wanted anything to do with her in the first place. She knew when he was younger he didn't; now, she didn't know. Maybe it was time to brooch the subject with Denis again.

"Denis, I got you a little something for working so hard for this old woman," Dorthey cooed in a grandmotherly voice, holding a small plate with her famous brownie on it along with a glass of cold milk to wash it all down. She knew Helen would be upset with spoiling Denis' appetite before dinner. Yet, her grandbaby worked hard, and he deserved a little treat.

"Thanks, Nana," Denis uttered in a happy tone as he took the plate from her and the glass.

"So, how's school?" Dorthey asked; she knew all about his troubles with his studies due to how he was raised until her son and daughter-in-law saved him from that fate.

"Okay, I guess," Denis answered after swallowing his bite. That fear that has haunted him since he could remember was still with him to this day that the moment he graduated that they wouldn't want him any longer.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"Just something I'm working out," Denis mumbled, feeling the warmth of her touch on his forearm and the concerned light in her eyes.

"What's wrong, Denis?"

"It's just that, will I still be family when I do graduate?"

"Oh, honey, of course, you will! You will always be my grandbaby, and you will always be George's and Helen's son. If anyone ever tries to tell you otherwise, then you tell them to come and see me, and I'll get my boots out and show them a thing or two," Dorthey said with a stern nod. "Denis, I know you've dealt with things that my ancestors have faced, and made to think you weren't human, that you weren't this strong, caring boy I've grown to love as one of my own. I know that fear may never leave you. Yet, you know in your heart this is where you belong, don't you?" Her genuine warm smile spread across her face at Denis' nod as he enjoyed his treat. "Now, if you ever feel like this, you come to see me, and I'll straighten you out. You, young man, are very much a part of this family and don't think to ever forget it." Her heart warmed as Denis smiled, and that cloud she had seen in his eyes fading. Knowing how long it took Denis to truly smile due to the horrors he had faced in his first ten years of life. Dorthey was determined that her grandson never once again felt the need to scowl, ever again.

"Now, you be careful carrying these home with you," Dorthey spoke, handing Denis a Tupperware container filled with half of the batch of brownies she had made earlier that day. "You know what will happen if they find out you lost them," she said, smiling deviously at him, seeing Denis nodding that he did.

"You're the best, Nana," Denis said, hugging his adopted grandmother.

"Now you be safe going home, don't you get into any trouble on the way home," Dorthey teased as she stood on her front porch after Denis had washed up.

"Yes, Nana, love you," Denis called back as he walked down Dorthey's driveway.

"Love you too, sweetheart, and remember you come by anytime you need to," Dorthey called back, waving to him when he turned to look at her. She did love seeing that smile on his face.

******



"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Denis called out when he walked through the front door.

"Welcome home, son," George said, wheeling himself into the doorway of the living room. "Are those Mom's brownies?" he asked, eyeing the container.

"Mmmhmm," Denis hummed.

"George!" Helen shouted, causing her 38D breasts to bounce when her husband was about to purloin... "You hand those over right this second young man?!" she exclaimed as her eyes fell upon the treasure.

"Nah-uh, these are mine!" Denis said in a diabolical voice, winking at his father, who was pressing his lips together, trying not to laugh.

"Denis Rothman McCarty, you hand those brownies over to me right this second?!" Helen intoned in her best prosecutor voice. Hearing the sound of her other children's feet racing down the stairs.

"I don't wanta," Denis said, playing up his child-like act. "Nana said these were just for Dad and me. Nobody else," he teased. Seeing his sister and brother smacking their lips as their eyes fell on the container. Watching how Will strolled up to him in that big brotherly fashion.

"Denis, I'm sure Nana included me in that as well," Will spoke, placing a hand on his little brother's shoulder.

"Traitor!" Helen and Shawna yelled in unison.

"What? These are Nana's brownies; it's every man for themselves," Will said with a joking smile on his lips.

"What ya think, Dad?" Denis asked, looking down at his father, the man that he could always turn to. Lean on when he had trouble figuring out the world around him.

"Well, I suppose," George uttered, stroking his chin, playing into Denis' little tease.

"George! How can you be so cruel to your wife?!"

"The best that I can recall, you two ate most of them the last time Mom sent a batch home with Denis; I think we men should get our fair share," George spoke, turning his wheelchair towards his wife. Seeing Helen's and Shawna's jaws dropping when he said that.

"Don't you want your wife to be happy? Because those brownies make me very happy," Helen said, never taking her eyes off of them.

"Denis, you aren't that cold to leave me out, are you?" Shawna asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"I don't know; these are probably the best ones she's made so far," Denis muttered, tapping his chin, feeling the eyes of his family boring into him.

"What do you mean the best ones?!" Helen asked, crossing her arms below her breasts.

"Nana gave me this really big one, and it was so good too," Denis replied, seeing the tide turning against him.

"Well now, that just isn't right; I think you need to hand those over to me..."

"No me!"

"Nah-uh, me, I need the sugar rush to study," Will said as he and his father took hold of the sides of the container.

"Not so fast, you two; if anyone gets these pretties, it's Mom and me," Shawna said, staking her claim with Helen nodding along.

Denis' hand just fell away, wondering if this was how a family normally acted. Wondering if his real mother had kept him, if this would've been the same. Then again, if she had, he knew he would never have known the four best wonderous people in the world.

"Shawna, go place those in the kitchen; we'll have them after dinner. Although, you, young man, I think you've had your fill for today," Helen said, wagging her finger at him, to which the rest of his family nodded along.

All commotion stopped when Denis just hugged George out of the blue. "Love you, Dad," Denis uttered, feeling his father's arms wrapping around him. Feeling those hands that had guided him shaped him into the man he was rubbing along his back.

"I love you too, Denis," George said; he and Helen knew all about Denis' insecurities, and they made every attempt to squash those fears whenever they popped up.

"Denis, come help me get dinner on the table," Helen said in a motherly voice, holding her hand out to him.

"We're still watching the game tonight, right?" Denis asked, looking at his brother before walking towards his mother.

"You better believe it," Will answered with a firm nod. It was why he was home so early to watch the first game of their city's home team, the Philadelphia Phillies, season.

"So, how was your day, honey?" Helen asked as Denis set the plates around the table while she loaded the shallow dish with their pan-fried pork chops.

"It was okay, but then it got weird," Denis said, taking the dish from his mother.

"Okay, how so?" Helen inquired, placing her right hand on her hip.

"Saw this woman digging through the trash."

"Denis..."

"She wasn't looking for food, like I was," Denis cut in, placing the dish on the table.

"And what was this woman looking for?"

"A bottle kind of looked like the water bottle I threw away; who would place a discarded bottle into a Ziplock-style bag?" Denis asked, shaking his head at the weirdness. However, the look in his mother's eyes had him worried. Equally more so when she took him by the arms.

"Denis, did these people, did they try speaking with you?" Helen asked, fearful of what it meant. She knew why they had bagged the bottle. Why they had taken it in the first place. The police did the same thing. Once an item is thrown away, the person's possession of it ends, and it becomes public domain. So whomever it was wouldn't need a court order for Denis' DNA. Seeing how her son wasn't in trouble with the law, she would know immediately if he was. No. There could be only one reason why someone would take her son's DNA, and she could think of only one person that would want it. Denis' birth parents!

"No," Denis answered truthfully. "Although someone in the back of the car did kind of blind me with the number of flashes as they drove past me. Awful slow too," he mused, thinking back on the matter. "Mom?" Denis asked in a worried tone at the look that was playing within his mother's brown eyes.

"Go to your room," Helen said, a little more forceful than she had wanted. Seeing her son taken aback by her words. Seeing how he was trying to figure out what he had done to warrant her raising her voice.

"Mom, I'm sorry about the brownies; it was just..." His words stilled when Helen caressed his right cheek.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice. Just go to your room for me, okay?" Helen uttered in a loving tone. Noting how Denis looked back at her with that worried look on his face as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. That once belonged to her and her husband before he was injured when a tweaker was looking to score. Now, what used to be the den served as hers and George's bedroom. "George, we need to talk," Helen stated firmly as she sat down on the couch while George watched the evening news where their armchair once sat. They had given it to Stan before George had come home from the hospital so that he would never feel like he was being left out.
"Okay, what about?" George asked, shutting off the TV. It was never a good sign when anyone started off with we need to talk.

"I think Denis' birth parents are trying to find him or has found him and waiting for confirmation before contacting him," Helen stated truthfully.

"Come again?! Was that what you were going on about in the kitchen?" George asked, seeing his wife nodding. "How can you be certain?" he asked, feeling his heart race. He was not about to give up his son, blood or not, to anyone! Ever! If he had to crawl on his belly to stop them, then by the high Heavens, he was going to do so. His son has already seen horrors that no man or woman should ever have to face for the first ten years of his life. He was damn sure no strange person was ever going to take his son from them!

"Because they used a police tactic in acquiring Denis' DNA without having to get a court order. They took the water bottle he threw away from the trash, and I don't have to tell you the amount of it they will find on the lip of it if he screwed the cap on," Helen said sternly, looking at her husband.

"But why now all of a sudden? Why not before?" George asked, trying to make sense out of it all.

"I don't know. Maybe they saw something about Denis or finally worked up the courage to find him," Helen said, shrugging her shoulders. "Call the kids down. I'll finish putting dinner on the table, but this stays between you and me. I don't want Denis catching wind of it. At least not yet, not until we know for certain who or what we're dealing with," she spoke in a very protective motherly voice. To this, George was in strong agreement with.

******



Two weeks later...

Coraline was sitting at her desk, her pen moving along reports as she munched on the sandwich she held in her left hand like she always did at lunchtime unless she was having a lunch meeting with her superiors. For the past two weeks, she's been on pins and needles waiting on the results of the DNA report. That the P.I. firm she had hired in Philadelphia to obtain Denis', the boy in the picture who she believed to be her son, DNA without getting the courts involved. She didn't doubt that might take place; however, she didn't want to intrude on his life if he wasn't her son. From what her P.I. could gather legally, it seemed the McCarty family was very respected in Philly. She wondered how a black family came to adopt him. Not that she had anything against them, it just seemed odd to her. Then again, she really couldn't judge them. Coraline was sure they were very pleasant people.

Looking up to her computer screen when her email chimed, the picture of Denis, her P.I. had sent her, moved across the screen that she set to her screensaver. She no longer saw the image of his father when she gazed upon it. No. All she saw was her son, who had grown up to be a handsome man. Looking in her company email, first thinking that was what had alerted her notification, yet she saw nothing in the inbox. Switching over to her personal one, her sandwich almost fell out of her hand when she saw the name of the P.I. email address staring at her in bold letters. Remembering the woman the man had sent to Knoxville to get a sample from her. With trepidation, Coraline moved the mouse pointer over it and clicked on it.

"Ms. Willingham, I hope you're sitting down; if not, I would suggest you do before opening the attachment. As our contract stated, this so ends our involvement in the case. I hope this answers your questions. What you do with the information that is for you to decide. I really do hope this is what you were hoping for. None of my employees and I have seen the results. I thought this should only be viewed by your eyes. If you ever need us again, please contact us at any time. I hope you have a good day." Coraline had read and reread the email three times before she worked up the courage to open the attachment.

Her desk chair banged into the wall behind her as she surged from her seat. Her fingers trembled as they covered her mouth as her eyes quivered, and they peered down at the results on the screen of her computer. There in fine block printing informing her that subject A, which was her, and subject B, which was Denis, shared the same mitochondrial DNA, meaning that she was indeed the mother of subject B. Denis was indeed her son! Then her mind began to race at what she was going to do now that she knew. Did he even want to meet her? She knew he wouldn't even remember her. He was only a day old before they took him from her. Did she even have a right to enter his life again? Would it be right? What of the family that adopted him? Would they protect him by keeping her away from her son? These questions plagued her mind as she paced behind her desk. Only stopping when her screensaver activated and the image of her son peered at her.

"My Denis," Coraline cooed in a sweet motherly voice as her fingertips ran down the image of her son. "I'm sorry, Denis, can you ever forgive me?" she asked, knowing she would never get an answer. Moving her mouse around the pad to awaken her computer. Hitting the print button and printing out a copy for her and one for Denis that she would add to the letter she had been drafting for the past two weeks. She didn't know if he would believe her or not; nonetheless, she had to try! Her sandwich was all but forgotten as she snatched her cell phone from her desk. Scrolling down her list of contacts as she came to her mother's cell number, knowing she was at her part-time job that day. It was the only hours she could find when her company had laid off most of the office staff at her old company to cut down on cost while keeping the manufacturing workers on payroll and the assembly line going.

"Hey, honey, how are you?" her mother asked in that chipper voice of hers.              

"Fantastic, about to cry, and scared to all fucking Hell, all rolled into one," Coraline said truthfully.

"Oh? What's going on, Coraline?"

"You remember the P.I. I hired back in Philly?" Coraline asked, walking in circles in the space in front of her desk.

"Yeah, of course, I do. What about him?"

"Well, you know he sent that woman down here, right?"

"Right? Coraline, don't make me have to pull it out of you."

"Well, I just got back the DNA results."

"And?!"

"Denis McCarty is my son!"

"What!" her mother roared in her ear. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's a perfect match to my own mitochondrial DNA," Coraline said, her heart was racing a hundred miles an hour.

"Oh my, oh my..." Coraline listened as her mother sputtered, trying to wrap her head around what she had just said. "And you're absolutely sure Denis, the boy we saw in that news clipping is your son?"

"There's no doubt about it," Coraline nodded against her phone.

"Okay, okay, we need to think about what we're going to do next. Come to the house tonight, and we'll discuss what we're going to do as a family."

"Okay, Mom, say six tonight?"

"That's perfect; oh, I do wonder how your father is going to take this."

"Probably have a heart attack."

"Not funny, Coraline." She couldn't help but smile at her mother's stern tone.

"Coraline, is everything okay in here?" Marybeth asked, sticking her head into Coraline's office after returning from lunch. Yelping as Coraline pulled her into her office and shut the door. "What?! Oh, my God!" she gasped, throwing her arms around her friend after she divulged that dark secret she held onto. "And you're sure he's yours?"

"Mmmhmm, see for yourself," Coraline said, holding out the results of the test to her. "I'm subject A and..."

"Subject B is this Denis person," Marybeth finished for Coraline, who nodded. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Do I have a right to interject myself into his life when he doesn't even know me?"

"Of course, you do! You're his Mom!" Marybeth uttered, Coraline knew she took her role as a mother to her three small children very seriously. "Do you know where he lives?"

"I do; I was going to write him a letter, telling him who I was and who he is to me," Coraline stated, laying out her plans to her friend.

"Fuck a letter, call him!" Marybeth urged her.

"But, but..."

"No buts! A letter will take days or a week to get there, and there's no telling if he would read it or not. Don't you want to know what your son sounds like?" Marybeth asked, peering right into Coraline's eyes.

"Yes, I do," Coraline nodded firmly.

"Well, let's see if they're listed in the white pages there, don't worry, I'm not going to leave you alone in this," Marybeth spoke, rubbing Coraline's back when she saw the fear in her friend's eyes. "Just remember, just take it nice and slow," she said when Coraline's finger hovered over the last number for the phone number to the McCarty residence they had found in the Philadelphia white pages online. "You can do this, Coraline," Marybeth said reassuringly as Coraline blew out a breath before hitting the last number.

"Hello, this is the McCarty residence. Can I help you?"

"Is a Denis Rothman McCarty there?" Coraline asked, praying that the polite man on the other end was her boy. She didn't think she could go through with it if one of his other family members answered the phone.

"Yeah, this is he? Can I ask who's calling and how do I know you?" Denis asked in a confused tone.

"You don't, but I know you."

"Huh?"

"Your real name is Denis Rothman Willingham."

"Is not; it's McCarty." Coraline heard the defensiveness in Denis' voice.

"That's the name your adoptive parents gave you; I named you Denis Rothman Willingham."

"Lady, just who are you?" She heard his anger rising.

"Denis, I'm your mother. The person that gave birth to you."

"I don't have to listen to this..."

"Denis, please, wait!" Coraline cried out, trying to keep him from hanging up.

"Why?"

"Because I can prove to you that I am your mother."

"Uh-huh, listen, lady, I don't know who you are or what you're on, but my mother is at work, and my father is asleep. Whoever you're looking for, it isn't me."

"You have a star-shaped birthmark on your upper inner right thigh," Coraline blurted out, knowing he was a hair's breadth from hanging up on her.              "How the Hell do you know that?!"             

"I know where it is because I was the one that gave birth to you and held you in my arms before the State came and took you away."

"What do you want? If you really are who you say you are, then why the hell should I give a damn about what you say? You abandoned me! That is if you are my mother as you claim to be."

"I didn't abandon you, Denis. I gave you up because I couldn't take care of you at the time. Listen, I know me calling out of the blue like this has put you on edge, and I'm sorry for that. It wasn't my intention to. Yet, I just had to hear your voice."

"Why?"

"Because the last time I ever saw you, you were just a day old, and I was just shy of turning fifteen. I know you're probably wondering, why now? Why, after all this time that you hear the voice of the woman that you've never met before. I'll admit I never thought I'd ever see a picture of you either, but I have, and that just drove me to find you. I know you don't have a reason to trust anything I say to you. I get that. To you, I'm just some crazy woman rambling on." Biting her lip when she heard Denis utter: 'You got the crazy part right.' "Do you have something to write with?"

"Fine, hold on." Coraline heard Denis grumbling.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Run a search for the name Coraline Emelia Willingham and Francis Barker Jones from the year 2000."

"Are those names supposed to mean something to me?"

"I'm Coraline, Denis, and Francis is your father's name."

"You're fucking with me, right?"

"No, I am not. I would never lie about that man and what he did to me," Coraline said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Ask your adoptive mother to run the names herself if you don't believe me; she's a D.A., isn't she?"

"How do you know that?"

"Because I wanted to make sure you were my son before I even thought of making contact with you on the off chance that you might not be my son; if you were, I wanted to find out who it was that was raising you. All I ask is that you listen to what she will tell you. I know it's a lot to ask and I hope that you will ask her. I would really like to get to know you, Denis," Coraline said, trying not to break down into tears. "And when you do, maybe you'd like to talk to me some more."

"I make no promises."

"I understand, but I'm not going to stop trying now that I know where you are. I never knew where you were growing up; the State said it would be better if I didn't know. Now... I don't know Denis. I've always wondered about you. But I think that's a discussion for another time. But, please, at least allow me to keep a line of communication open with you. I'll let you go, Denis; it was really good to hear what you sound like," Coraline spoke, giving him her cell phone number before hanging up the phone. Her face fell into her hands, feeling Marybeth wrapping her arms around her.

******



"Mom?" Denis spoke into his phone as he sat on the edge of his bed. Given that it was a teacher's work day and his siblings were already at their class. He wasn't about to leave his father unattended on the off chance that his father needed a helping hand.

"Hey, baby?!" Helen said excitedly into the phone as she sat at her desk, going over cases that were pending. Recounting last night and how she had eased him into her ass when she rode her son on his bed. "Is your father okay?" Knowing Denis wouldn't call her at work unless it was important.

"Dad's still asleep," Denis said, looking down at the scrap of paper that held names that might lead to answers to his past.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Helen knew her son well enough to know something had him distracted.

"Can you do me a favor but as long as it doesn't get you into trouble," Denis uttered, his thumb ran along the name of his mother.

"Okay, Denis, you're starting to worry me; what is this about?"

"When you adopted me, what was my last name?"

"Denis, I don't..."

"Please, Mom, I need to know," Denis said, cutting her off.

"Willingham," Helen sighed. "Why are you asking?"

"Can you run these names through whatever you use to keep track of crimes? Coraline Emelia Willingham and Francis Barker Jones from the year 2000," Denis said, rattling off the names Coraline had given him.

"Denis? What's going on?"

"This woman called here, claiming to be my mother; I want to know if what she said was true or not," Denis said, feeling his mother's tension over the line.

"Why?"

"I don't know, Mom, I just do. This doesn't change that you are my mother, but a part of me wants to know," Denis sighed in irritation, not at his mother but at himself when he couldn't tell if he was coming or going.

"You said 2000, right?"

"Yeah, that's what she said," Denis nodded against his phone, hearing his mother typing away. Then he heard her getting silent all of a sudden.

"Denis, I think we need to discuss this in person when I get home tonight," Helen spoke when the name Francis Barker Jones popped up as a Tier 3 offender on the Pennsylvania Sexual Offender Registration.

"Mom, what did you find?"

"When I get home," Helen said sternly, her fingers working along her keyboard to ensure the man was nowhere near her son. "I have to go," she uttered, hanging up the phone. Looking up the phone number for the Pittston, PA police department. She wanted to be sure the man was where he said he was. Living in a halfway house as a paraplegic due to the injuries he had sustained while in prison. She personally thought the man got off easy with what he was charged with.

"Pittston PD, what's the emergency?" an older gentleman's voice came over the line once she had placed the call.

"Hello, I'm Helen McCarty, from the DA's office in Philadelphia. I was hoping you could do a location check on one Francis Barker Jones," Helen stated, leaning back into his chair.

"Don't have to; he's in lock up at the moment."

"Can I ask why?"

"For violating his probation."

"I see; thank you, officer."

"You're welcome."

Helen leaned back in her chair after hanging up with the man. Her red-polished, manicured fingernail tapped her lower lip, wondering what she would find on this woman. Knowing if she was involved with Jones, then she must have been a victim of his. Finding nothing on the name her son had given her. Not that was surprising; juveniles' records were normally sealed. What did surprise her was she couldn't find one infraction within the city's system. Which meant she was no longer in the state. Logging off and switching to the national database, running the name through their search engine. A list of over a hundred women with close to the name Denis had given her. Refining the search to only include women in their thirties given Mr. Jones's choice of victims. Helen was left with three results and only one that had the exact wording of the name he had given her.

Backing out of the database, and opening up Google, and typing in the woman's name and the city she lived in. Arching an eyebrow when the first thing that came up with her name was that the woman was a VP at a Hedge Fund company centered out of Knoxville. Her eyes ran down the bio attached to the photo the woman's company had attached to it. Hearing her printer going as she printed out the picture of the woman. As much as she wanted to protect Denis, she knew if she kept this from him, it would only hurt her son, and most likely, he would look for her anyway on his own. Pulling up their directory, if the woman thought she'd simply call her son and get Denis all flustered, she had another thing coming! Her thumb moved along the digital keypad of her phone as she dialed the number for Coraline's office. Hearing the line ringing when she brought her phone up to her ear.

"Thank you for calling Hendricks Hedge fund; how may I direct your call?" Helen heard the sweet tone of a woman's voice when the line connected.

"Yes, I need to speak with one, Ms. Coraline Willingham," Helen said in a stern tone.

"Please, hold for one moment."

"This is Ms. Willingham; how may I help you?" Coraline answered.

"You want to tell me what the hell you are doing?" Helen asked, trying to keep her temper in check.

"Excuse me?!" Coraline was taken aback by the venomousness of the woman's tone.

"What business do you have contacting my son!"

"Ah. You must be Denis' adoptive mother."

"I am and damn proud of it!" Helen said with a stern nod.

"Listen, I am sorry I ruffled your feathers, but I have every right to contact my son. I'm not trying to impose anything on anyone. Yet, I'm not about to deny my son if he wishes to form a line of communication with me. Plus, you don't really have a say in the matter. Denis is eighteen; as you know, the law can't stop me even if they wanted to." Helen's nostrils flared as her anger inched up a notch.

"And what could you possibly want with my son now?" Helen asked, making sure the woman knew Denis was her son and her son alone!

"Just to get to know my son, that's all; I'm not trying to take him away from you. I'm sure you're the only parents he's known since he was a baby."
"Baby?!" Helen uttered in confusion.

"Didn't you adopt my son when the State took him from me?"

"No, we adopted my son when he was ten," Helen said, getting into her mama bear mode.

"I see. Regardless," Helen felt her cheek twitch in irritation, "I would like to be on friendly terms with you and your husband. I know me popping up out of the blue isn't something you and Denis were expecting, yet now that I have found my son, I am not going to disappear from his life."

"And you and Francis..."

"Don't you ever! I mean, ever lump me with that man! That man is nothing but the scum of the earth, you hear me!"

"So you have no contact with this Mr. Jones character?" Helen asked, wondering where this anger came from just mentioning the name.

"If I did, I'd be in jail at this moment for murder! Does that clarify things for you!"

"I take it you were another one of his victims?"

"I was the first, not that you need to know that." Helen heard the venom in the woman's voice. "I think I've said as much as I want to. Goodbye." Sighing, pinching the bridge of her nose, hating herself for pushing a rape victim like that. Knowing better than to do that to someone that's gone through that ordeal. Setting down her phone, wondering how Denis was going to take the news that he was a child of rape. That the man who raped his mother was nothing more than a pedophile. How was she going to brooch this with her son? How would Denis take it that his birth father was one of the 'Bad ones' as he once referred to them? She had a suspicion that something like this would happen when Denis told her about the strange happening he had witnessed over two weeks ago. She just didn't think it would be something like this. Stuffing everything she printed out into a folder and tossed it into her briefcase so it wouldn't distract her from the cases that she had pending and ready to go to court.

******



"You all set, Dad?" Denis asked once he had helped his father into his truck so that he could head into the hospital to start his shift.

"Snug as a bug," George said with a warm smile on his face. "Son, you've been distracted; what's going on?"

"I don't know, just a weird phone call, is all," Denis muttered, casting his eyes to the tops of his feet.

George's hand lightly slapped his son's chest, getting Denis to raise his gaze to him. "Tell me, you know me, son; you know I won't judge you," George said in a fatherly tone. "I see. Do you believe this woman?"

"I don't know; I mean, how can I when it's just a voice on the phone. But she knew about my birthmark?!" Denis uttered, seeing his father's eyes widening at that. The only ones that Denis knew of that knew of his birthmark were his adoptive parents and Shawna now that she's spent that much time examining his body. Where his birthmark was, was hidden very well due to his body hair. It wasn't a big birthmark; anyone would dismiss it as a mole if they didn't look close enough at it. "How could she know that?"

"I don't know, son, hey," placing his hand on Denis' right shoulder, "don't let this trouble you son, we'll figure this out just like we always have," George said in a reassuring tone, seeing Denis nod in response.

"You be safe, Dad. Don't work too hard," Denis said, shutting his father's driver's side door as his father started up his truck that was specially modified for paraplegics to use.

"Tell your mother to call me once she gets home," George said, speaking out of the open window, seeing Denis nod. Waving to his son as he backed out of their driveway. He hated to see how discombobulated his son was. Instantly, whoever this woman was was already on his bad side as he headed off to the hospital.

Sweat beaded down his brow as Denis danced in place. His taped fists flew through the air as he landed punch after punch onto the weighted bag. His mind was trying to figure out what ploy she was trying to pull on him, if any. It wasn't like he was rich. He wasn't famous. He was just a kid who lived on the street, lived in some very abusive homes until he met the most kindest of people on one Thanksgiving morning. Hugging the bag as he panted for breath. Banging his head against it in frustration that he just wasn't smart enough to figure it out on his own. His annoyance fueled his right hook as it sent the speed bag his father had set up, causing the bag to thump loudly against the wooden platform.

"Denis? Baby, what's wrong?" Shawna asked, standing in the garage doorway, that their father had turned into a makeshift gym for Denis so he could vent his anger out in a more healthy way. She had raced home from her last class when she knew she and Denis would have the house to themselves for two hours before their mother got home from work. Will was stuck in class due to the load he was under until eight that night. "Denis, talk to me?!" Shawna pleaded, seeing how tense he was. She's never seen him so tense before. Angry, yes. Tense, never. It seemed to her the hardships he had endured before coming into their lives made him immune to such things, at least that's what she thought anyway.

"My supposedly mother called," Denis said, keeping his back to her.

"Oh, and what did Mom..."

"Not our mother, Shawna, my mother, the woman that gave me up," Denis said, peering over his shoulder at her, seeing the shock playing along her face.

"Denis, are you okay?" Shawna asked in a concerned tone. Seeing him shaking his head that he was not okay, as she put it. Hearing his huff when she ran to him and threw her arms around his neck.

"Shawna, I'm sweaty," Denis intoned.

"I don't fucking care!" Shawna uttered, holding him tighter just to prove that she didn't. "You need me, and I'm never going to leave you alone when you're like this," she whispered, nuzzling his neck as she felt his arms wrapping around her. Recounting the first time, Denis hugged her. The first time he returned her affection was when he grew to trust them that they weren't like the people who treated him like he was lower than dirt. Inhaling the scent of the man she has loved for a long time. Her nose trailing along his cheek, her brown eyes gazed into his soft green ones. Her lush, soft lips tasted his after hours of being apart from one another. Wondering if their babies would inherit those same green eyes as she tasted him on her lips as she pulled away. "Come, you can tell me all about it as you shower," Shawna spoke as she led him out of the garage, flipping off the light as she did.

"And you believed her?" Shawna asked as she watched her brother soaping up his muscular body as he showered.

"At first no, but she knew of my birthmark."

"I see," Shawna muttered, biting her lip, trying not to get aroused at the sight before her, yet it wasn't working out like she hoped it would.

"Did she tell you anything that would substantiate her claims?"

"Sort of," Denis muttered.

"Like what?" Shana asked curiously.

"That my real last name is Willingham or was before Mom and Dad adopted me; Mom verified it when I called her after it."

"Shawna Willingham," she uttered the name in her mind just to test it out. "I like it," she said to herself, keeping her smile hidden. "So what does this mean, Denis?"

"Huh?"

"Are you going to leave us to find out what this person is like? If your birth Mom is looking for you, surely your birth Dad is as well. What's going to happen to us if or when you want to explore your roots? Not that I would hold that against you, I can understand if you do," Shawna said, biting the inside of her cheek when Denis opened the shower door and looked at her in this stern expression that just made her pussy wet.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Denis asked as the hot water struck his chest.

"I don't know, it's just don't all adopted kids want to find out about their parents?" Shawna inquired, trying not to allow her eyes to run down Denis' hard, wet body.

"I have a family, you, Mom, Dad, and Will. Whoever this person is, we might share blood that doesn't make us family," Denis spoke in a firm tone before shutting the shower door. Not seeing the wide smile on Shawna's lips as he did so.

Shawna ripped Denis' towel off as she walked behind him once he was done with his shower. A sinful smile graced her lips as her fingertip pressed on the center of his chest as Denis walked backward towards his bed. She felt Denis' hands slipping beneath her shirt as their lips smacked as she hovered over him. Softly moaning into his mouth as his hands slipped beneath her bra, cradling her 36C breasts, feeling the pads of his index fingers playing with her inverted nipples. Lifting herself up, pulling her shirt off, and tossing it off to her left. Unhooking the front clasps of her bra while Denis never let go of her breasts as she did. Feeling his manhood hardening against her covered mound. Leaning forward, enjoying the warmth that soaked into her breasts when they pressed against his chest. Attacking his lips, rocking her hips as Denis' hands held onto her ass as she dry humped her brother.

"Yes, Denis!" Shawna purred in want as he tasted her sex once he helped her shed her shoes, socks, pants, and lastly, her underwear. Her fingers weaved through his brown hair; the heel of her left foot pressed lightly into his back, urging him to go deeper. To taste her sweet nectar from its source. Tugging on her nipple as Denis' tongue moved through her labia. Whimpering in want as those lips of his encircled her aching clit that's been dying to feel them around her little stem all day. Listening to how wet her brother was making her as his fingers glided through her canal while he teased her clitoris.

Shawna's ebony hair feathered out along Denis' thighs as her brown eyes gazed at him as her lips conformed to her brother's seven-inch rod. Her cheeks sunk in as she never broke eye contact with him. To reinforce that, she would always be there for him when she knew of the fear of being cast aside that had haunted him from his childhood remained within his mind. To show him that she would always be by his side while they may be from two different worlds. Her eyes gleamed in elation at the moans of pleasure she was bringing to him. Feeling her ass wiggling, eager for what was about to come.

Shawna held a sultry smile on her lips as she glided along her brother's cock. Coating it in her hot dew. Feeling it touching her most secret of places. Places that only Denis would ever get to feel. Her fingers feathered out along his chest, enjoying the feel of the man beneath her. Biting her lip as she gazed down at him, as she leaned over him, as his hands took hold of her ass, anchoring himself to her body as his hips thrusting his rod deep into her womanhood. Squealing as she always did as she came on his cock. Thrusting her ass back, hearing her ass slapping, squeezing his pole as she did. How she loved hearing that sound as she brought bliss to her brother and his body.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, fuck that pussy, Denis!" Shawna moaned as Denis pounded her from behind.

"Fuck, sis, you're gripping me so tight," Denis grunted as the smell of her sex filled his room.

"That's because my little pussy wants that nice hot load," Shawna purred, smirking at him as she peered over her shoulder. "Mmmhmm, own that shit," she growled when Denis took hold of her hair and really hammered his cock into her wet cunt. Her body shuttered, her eyes quivered, her smile deepened as her muscles trembled, her folds choking her brother's cock as Denis' hot seed flooded her womb. "I love sucking my cream off this cock," Shawna cooed, smiling around his deflating rod. The slickness that coated it played along the air as her hand stroked him off. "So Denis, what are you going to do about this person?" she asked once she had moved to snuggle up against his right side. While she was taller than his five-foot-four-inch height due to the malnourishment and abuse he had suffered in his early childhood. She still felt small whenever she laid beside him when he would wrap his arm around her.

"I don't have a clue right now," Denis admitted as his body rested from their lovemaking.

"Well, whatever you decide, just know I will be there with you," Shawna sighed, resting her head on his chest. Her hand rubbed along it, ignoring the scars that she felt beneath her touch. Humming the tune that's been playing on repeat in her mind as she just enjoyed the serenity of the atmosphere.

******



Helen pulled into the driveway of her home a little past 5:20 that evening. Looking over at her briefcase, knowing she was going to have to have that conversation with Denis. She just prayed that she was doing the right thing.

"Kids, I'm home!" Helen called out as the front door closed behind her.

"Hi, Mom," Shawna greeted as she walked out of the kitchen with a glass in her hand.

"Where's your brother?"

"In the living room waiting for you," Shawna said before heading up the stairs to her room to give the two of them some privacy.

Helen took a deep breath to steel herself for what was to come. "Denis?" she spoke softly as she entered the living room, finding her son sitting on the couch in the silent room.

"Hey, Mom," Denis said, peering over his shoulder. "I think we should have our talk now; don't you think?" Watching how his mother laid her suit jacket along the back of the couch as she sat down, placing her briefcase beside her as she did. Noting how well the light pink blouse she was wearing complimented her skin tone. Denis never saw what people appeared like on the outside; that didn't matter to him; you could be any manner of color it still wouldn't matter if, at your core, you were as rotten as a piece of fruit left on the ground for too long. He learnt that lesson the hard way.

"Denis, before we get into that, I want you to know, no matter what you see, it doesn't define you," seeing his look of confusion on his face when she said that, "that in here," placing her hand over his heart, "you are the boy we raised, taught the lessons that made you the man you are now. So when I show you what I've found, please don't get upset, okay?" Helen uttered in a caring, motherly tone. "Now." A smile formed on her lips when Denis reached over and took her hand. Recounting the time he first did so, it was at the park she and George used to take him to, to show him that not everyone was a bad person like he's experienced. That while yes, there were some bad people among every race of people that populated that park, yet he couldn't lump them all together when the vast majority never had a hand in his abuse. "I would like to show you something."

"Okay," Denis responded, watching how she pulled out a picture from the folder that sat on her lap.

"Denis, this is your birth mother," Helen spoke, handing the picture to him.

"Who is she? How can you be sure she's my mother?" Denis asked, not voicing that they had the same color of eyes and the same brown hair.

"We can have her send a sample of her DNA here and test it against yours if you want to be certain," Helen stated, seeing Denis nod that he did. "As for who she is, well, she's a VP at a hedge fund in Knoxville. She's lived there for the past eleven years. She was once married, but she's now divorced. I don't know why," she added when Denis looked at her. "As far as I can tell, they never had kids, or she didn't have any before she was married. But I can't be sure, so I can't tell you if you might or might not have siblings. This is just what I could find without breaking any laws," Helen said, watching her son studying the photo in his hands.

"Why?" Denis asked aloud, not to his mother but to the woman he was staring at.

"Honey, I think I know why," Helen offered, taking a dry swallow as those eyes of his looked to her for understanding. "Your biological father isn't a good man." Seeing Denis' jaw clench when she spoke those words. "Remember when I tell you this, it's not because I think you're anything like him, because I know you, son, you aren't one of the Bad Ones," she stated, seeing Denis' stern nod. "Your father raped your mother. Given who he liked to prey upon, I would speculate that she was around fourteen when she was violated by the man. Now you don't have to worry; the man isn't around here, I checked," Helen said, pulling out the photo she had pulled from the sex offender website.

"Piece of fucking garbage!" Denis spat at the photo before ripping it into two and crumpling the two halves into a small, tightly packed ball.

Helen pulled her son in, hugging him tightly to her. Holding the boy that's played such a huge part in their lives. Her hand brushed along the back of his head as Denis buried his face into her shoulder. "Shh, shh, just because he is who he is, does not mean you are going to be anything like him," Helen cooed as she comforted her son.

******



Oliver Springs, TN, Coraline's parents' home, six pm...

Coraline ran up to her parents, who were waiting for her on the medium-sized wooden deck attached to the front of their home. Hugging them both tightly, no matter how testy it got with Denis' adoptive mother, it couldn't take away the fact she actually spoke to her son. The boy she never thought to hear from in her lifetime when the people from the State took him away with them. It wasn't that she didn't want any more. Far from it, it was to her reasoning why should she have more when she couldn't raise Denis in the first place. It wouldn't seem fair to any other children she might have had when she was married. How would any child she would bring into the world feel knowing that they have an older brother yet never get to see him or get to know him? Would they understand why she had to give up their sibling, or would they hate her for it?

"Come inside, honey, and you can tell us what you have found out," her mother spoke, gently rubbing her back. She didn't tell her husband what their daughter had told her; she thought Coraline should be the one that did that.

"Okay, what am I looking at here?" her father asked, staring oddly at the sheet of paper that his daughter had handed him as they sat at their kitchen table.

"I'm subject A, and my son is subject B," Coraline said, seeing her father's eyes glancing up at her from over the top of the paper before his eyes returned to it.

"It says here..." Coraline had to bite back her smile as her father hastily placed the sheet of paper onto the table, "that you're a perfect match." To this, she just nodded in agreement. "What are you going to do? What are you going to say to him?"

"Umm... kind of already talked to Denis," Coraline muttered shyly, looking away.

"What!" Her parents roared.

"What did he sound like?" her mother asked in a curious tone, eager to know something about their grandchild.

"Denis was very polite until I brought up the fact that I'm his mother, and well, you can take a guess how he took that," Coraline said, hoping that her son wouldn't just brush her off. She really did want to know the man he's grown into.

"Did you at least speak with his adoptive parents before you called?" her father asked, knowing how upset he would be if someone circumvented him. He knew from the look in his daughter's eyes that Coraline didn't. "Coraline, you shouldn't have done that?! How would you like it if you had adopted their child and they didn't call you first and just spoke to their child when you raised him since they were a baby?"

"I know, I know, I just couldn't help myself, Dad. I just had to talk to him. Believe me, his adoptive mother and I had some words between the two of us."

"She called you?!" her mother uttered, to which Coraline nodded.

"I told her I wasn't trying to take Denis away from her, that I just wanted to get to know my son. To see if the two of us could form some kind of connection like it should have been if I hadn't given him up, and they didn't adopt him when he was a baby."

"What?!"

"The people at the agency told us that he would get placed in a home rather quickly," her mother intoned.

"I know, I remember what the woman said to Mom," Coraline nodded as she started to speak; her phone rang within her pocket. Her heart stilled as the Philadelphia area code stared up at her. Hoping against hope that it was who she thought it was that was calling her. "Hello," she answered in a steady voice.

"So I'm a child of rape?" Denis asked, getting right to the heart of the matter.

"Hello, Denis, I'm so glad you called me," Coraline spoke, ignoring her parent's wide eyes. "Yes, you are," she answered.

"Is that why you gave me up? Because that piece of shit was one of the Bad ones?" Caroline was rather confused about what he meant by Bad Ones.

"I don't know what you mean by 'Bad Ones,' but yes, that was the reason. He wanted me to abort you so his crime wouldn't be found out, yet I couldn't do that. Have you been in contact with him?" Coraline prayed that he hadn't.

"Why would I bother with that scum?" Coraline had no idea where this coldness she felt in the tone of his voice came from; however, she couldn't deny that Francis was indeed scum. Bringing her phone down and quickly putting it on speakerphone so that her parents could hear the sound of Denis' voice. "So, you got any proof that you are who you say you are?" Coraline noted how her mother's hand covered her mouth, and her father pressed his hands together at the accusatory tone that Denis had spoken in.

"The lab I used to compare our DNA should still have my DNA on file. I'll be happy to have them send it to wherever you want just to show you that I am not lying to you. I don't want us to start off like that, Denis," Coraline said, trying to show him that she wasn't trying to trick him. "So Denis, how are you?" she asked, hoping that they could open a rapport between the two of them.

"Fine, I guess."

"Denis, I know this must have made you so confused, and I am very sorry about that. Yet, you are my son, and I would very much like for us to get to know one another," Coraline said with hope.

"Why?" She could see that it took her parents back.

"Denis, don't you want to know about your biological family?" her mother asked with a trembling voice.

"I have a family. I don't even know who you are."

"Son, we're your grandparents," her father stated, leaning over the table so his voice could be heard clearly.

"My name is Denis, not son, the only people who call me that are my parents." Coraline wondered why he was like this. Pondering on what had happened to her son that he would be so distrustful of them. "It has yet to be proven that we are even related. All I know is you could be trying to scam me. Why? I don't know. I know enough about the world to know not to simply trust voices on the phone."

"Denis, Denis," Coraline spoke rapidly, yet her son had hung up. Watching her screen reverting back to the recent contact menu. Her fingers moved over the onscreen keyboard as she updated her contact list. Looking over when her father placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Honey, give him time, I don't know what he's gone through, but it seems he has trouble trusting strangers."

"All we can do is to ensure that the line of communication between us isn't severed," her mother said with a nod of support. They all stilled when her phone vibrated on the table. Seeing the indicator that she had a text from her son. Opening it up, her eyes moving over the text he had sent her. Seeing her parents nod when she told them she had to make a call.

"Ms. Willingham?"

"Hi, Paul, I was wondering, are you still in touch with that lab?" Coraline asked as she stood in her parent's living room once the line had connected to the P.I. she had used.

"Yes, I am; what is this about Ms. Willingham?"

"I was wondering if they would still have my DNA on file."

"They should; I can make a call if you like."

"Please, if you would, and have it sent to the email I just texted you so they can do their own comparison on it. Also, you may tell them they have my permission to include my name in the DNA workup, so they won't think I'm trying to pull a fast one on them," Coraline said, praying that Denis believed the results when they came in.

"Alright, I'll make the call; I'll text you when I have confirmation."

"Thank you, Paul, and sorry for calling so late."

"It's not a problem, Ms. Willingham; I'll be in touch."

******



"Hey, there, stud!" Suzie -- Helen's younger sister -- teased as she leaned against the hood of her car as she waited for Will to get out of his last class of the night.

"Hi, Aunt Suzie," Will greeted with a smile.

"Told Helen you'd be staying with me tonight; we have a lot to talk about," Suzie said, referencing the phone call she had made a few days ago to him.

"Sure, what about?" Will asked, confused.

"Not here, don't want word getting out," Suzie uttered secretly. "So, how are your classes?" she asked once she and Will were in her car.

"Hard. Don't know how Dad did it," Will sighed, knowing it was hard work with working on his M.D. and his Ph.D. in medical research at the same time. However, Will was determined to find a way for his father to walk again. The news that scientists have reversed paralysis in mice and sought approval to move to human trials gave Will hope that he might just make his dream come reality. "So, what do you need to talk about?" Will inquired as they drove towards her apartment. It was where she had taken up residence after her divorce. Also, the reason she had moved back to Philly from Boston.

"I think my sister is fucking that white boy." Will's nostrils flared whenever she degraded Denis like that.

"His name is Denis, your nephew," Will uttered heatedly. "If I hear you speaking of my brother like that again, I'll..." After weeks of hearing his mother and Denis, his tongue grew still, and now Shawna, going at it, he has been hard up. Every time he walked into the house, he instantly got hard wondering if he would be hearing them fucking in Denis' room and cumming on the wall listening to them.

"You'd do what?!" Suzie taunted. She never understood why her sister and brother-in-law had to adopt the kid. He wasn't even one of their people when she knew other black kids could use a good home that she knew her sister provided. It wasn't that she thought Denis was trying to play her sister. Given the times she's been around him, she knew that he was respectful, yet she still thought he would be better off with other white people.

"I'll shove my cock into that mouth of yours to still that bigoted tongue of yours," Will said in false bravado. "Who do you think Mom has been fucking, and it isn't Denis," he stated to keep his aunt from suspecting what was truly going on in his home. If Denis was willing to cross that line to keep his mother from cheating on their father. He could at least keep the heat off of them so no one in the family would get suspicious.

"What did you just say to me?!" Suzie uttered in shock as they waited for the light to turn green.

"I said," unzipping his fly, he was already getting hard when he thought of what he was going to hear that night, and pulling out his cock, "I will shove this cock into your mouth to still that bigoted tongue of yours," Will said, noting how his aunt's eyes couldn't take her eyes off of his rod when it reached its full length of nine inches.

"You expect me to believe you're fucking your mother and not that white..." Squealing in surprise when Will took hold of the back of her head and bent her over the console of her car while shoving his cock into her mouth. Her hands beat on his chest and left thigh as he began to thrust into her mouth.

"I told you this would happen. Do you like the taste of my cock?" Will asked; he sure did enjoy the feel of her mouth. Feeling her hand trying to keep his from fondling her right 32B breast as his cock glided along her tongue. Releasing his hold on her when the light turned green. "Now keep a civil tongue in that mouth, or I'll shove you down on my cock again," he said sternly, pointing to the light. He was scared as hell throughout it, but God, he so wanted to cum in her mouth right then. For the rest of the ride to her apartment, it was quiet as a mouse within his aunt's car. Nevertheless, Will did not return his cock to the confines of his pants. No. It stayed hard as a rock to show his aunt he was serious that he would use her mouth like a cocksleeve if she mouthed off about his brother again. He didn't give a shit who you were; no one talks about his brother like that. Denis has had enough troubles in his life without dealing with people's bigoted views, namely within his own family. He wasn't saying they all were like that, just a few like his aunt were.

He noted how his aunt would glance over at him, well, his cock actually, every so often. Will would shake it at her, only for her to look away. The moment they walked into her apartment; his aunt slapped him across the face.

"How dare you!" Suzie hollered; the tip of her nose pressed against Will's.

"How dare I?! How dare you!" Will shouted back. "How dare you speak of Denis like he's fucking beneath you," he sneered. "Denis has done nothing to warrant you speaking so ill of him. All he ever has done is show you respect and courtesy whenever you finally decide to grace us with your presence. Unlike you, Mom and Dad are better people than you ever will be," Will stated, seeing how that took his aunt aback. "Look around this place; you have shit in here that cost more than Denis had ever seen in his life before we saved him. And that makes you oppressed? Fucking bullshit! You go on and on about what happened to our people in the past when our own people sold our forebears into it in the first place! You live in luxury while Denis has night terrors of the things those people did to him. Look at yourself; you haven't seen one day of hardship in your fucking life! Yet, you can't even fucking remember what Denis looked like when we saved him on that Thanksgiving day. He knows what real hardship is, not platitudes from someone that cries when she breaks a nail," Will spoke, getting hot under the collar. Watching her storm off to her bedroom. Wondering if he should just get an Uber and go home as he scratched his head.

"Don't you fucking go anywhere, you dick!" Suzie called out from her room.

"Alright, bitch," Will snapped back. Slinging his bookbag from his shoulder, striking the back of the armchair that sat diagonally to the couch. Hearing his aunt rummaging through something in her room then the sounds of drawers slamming filled the air.

"Get that dick out if you're so man enough to fuck my sister and so brazen enough to shove my mouth on it, then you shouldn't have a problem in whipping it out again," Suzie growled heatedly as she stood in the doorway of her bedroom with all her dildos in her hands that she has used since her divorce. It always seemed to her that the men would only stick around for a month or so before they ghosted her. She could never understand why that was when they were getting some good pussy.

Will's eyes ran down his aunt's body when she stood in only her yellow matching bra and panties. "This what you want to see, you bigoted bitch?" Will asked, shaking his cock at her. Noting how she did not take kindly to that word. To his view and a view that he knew Denis held to, hate is hate regardless of who it came from. White, black, Asian, Indian, or whatever race that might arise in the future, it didn't matter, no matter how much anyone tried to spin their views on the subject to be perceived as righteous. If it's fueled by hate, then it can't be right and just. Anyone that tried to fight to hold onto that notion should be cast to the waste side and left to flounder in the darkness of history.

Will tilted his head to the side as his aunt stomped across the room and dropped to her knees before him. Arching an eyebrow when Suzie began to compare her dildos to his size. Watching how his aunt couldn't pry her eyes away from it as the last dildo fell from her hands. "You want this back in your mouth, don't you, bitch," Will spoke in a cold tone. Honestly, he had no idea where this side of him came from. Yet, if it would keep his brother and mother safe, he would take one for the team in a manner of speaking. "Then fucking suck on it," he growled, shoving his cock back into his aunt's mouth.

Moreover, unlike in the car, his aunt wasn't trying to fight him. It seemed to him that she wanted it -- needed it would be a better word. Taking hold of her hair, feeling his cock sliding down her throat, he had no clue she could deepthroat; he was glad she could because it felt fantastic to his mind. Watching how her eyes went wide as his cum flooded his aunt's mouth.

"You're fucking disgusting!" Suzie spat out.

"Says the bigoted cunt that can't take her eyes off my cock," Will retorted with a sneer. Slapping his wet cock against the sides of her face just to prove to her she wasn't going to do anything about it. "You know that attitude of yours is most likely the reason you can't keep a boyfriend or your husband," he knew it was a low blow. Still, she deserved if for speaking of his brother in such a manner, "who would want to stick around when that's all they hear coming out of your mouth every single moment of the day?" he stated, seeing her eyes glancing up at him, yet not refuting his words. Smirking wickedly when he shoved his cock back into her mouth. Praying that his mother could forgive him for doing this to her sister. "Yeah, you like having that cock in your mouth, don't you bitch?" Will grunted as he started to re-harden in the warmth of his aunt's mouth.

Will ignored the burning look in her eyes that she shot him. "I think I should bring Denis along next time. Yeah, that's what that bigoted tongue needs. A good hard white cock on that tongue, bet you would like that bitch, wouldn't you?" Will asked in a devious tone. Noting how his aunt narrowed her eyes at him as he fucked her face once again. "Oh, don't like that idea, you little bigot? Too bad, now it's definitely going to happen. I bet you'll enjoy having your nephew's cock in this bitchy mouth of yours while I'm taking that pussy from behind," he said, pulling out his slick cock from his aunt's mouth. "Yeah, you like this hard cock don't you, bitch," Will spoke, slapping his rod against her lips when he tilted her head back. Smelling her arousal on the air, "You want your nephew to fuck you, don't you, cunt?" His aunt didn't say a word, yet her eyes never left his cock either. So he knew what he said was true.

"Hey! Hey!" Suzie uttered, trying to squirm out of Will's grip as he dragged/led her towards her bedroom.

"Shut up, bitch, you need a lesson in humility. You do not speak of my brother or anyone in such a manner because I sure as hell know you would be calling anyone else a racist if they uttered anything remotely to what you have spoken," Will said in a stern tone, tossing his aunt onto her bed. Stripping off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor of his aunt's bedroom. His eyes ran down Suzie's body, knowing it was still tight for a woman in her late thirties. Her hands tried to beat his own off when he ripped her panties off of her hips. He normally wouldn't have been this rough with anyone; however, his aunt needed to learn that you don't speak to his brother in such a manner, at least not when he was around. Stroking his cock as he stared down at his aunt's bush, knowing she hadn't been keeping it trimmed due to the lack of men visiting her bed. Seeing how wet her pussy was before his aunt yelped when he flipped her over. Noting how she weakly attempted to stop him when he positioned her on her knees.

"Will, don't do... oh God!" Suzie moaned as her nephew's crown eased into her pussy.

"What are you saying bitch, you're the one that wanted this; your pussy is hugging my cock like it was a life preserver," Will stated, watching how she buried her face into the mattress and how her fingers curled around the comforter. Hearing her loudly moaning as he thrusted hard into her sex. "Yeah, you love having my cock deep inside of you, don't ya bitch?" he asked, glancing down when his aunt started to thrust backward. "Yeah, you love that cock don't you, cunt?"

"Stop calling me that," Suzie spat, yet she couldn't deny how good her nephew's cock felt after months of drought.

"If the shoe fits, why bother with being polite if you can't do the same?" Will asked, slapping his aunt's ass hard. Taking hold of her hips so Suzie couldn't wiggle out of his reach. A wicked smile formed on his lips when he hammered his rod into her pussy. Listening to how wet she was getting.

"It's so big," Suzie moaned out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came hard on her nephew's cock.

"Yeah, you love having your nephew's cock fucking you, don't you bitch?" Will asked, looking down seeing her cream coating his cock with every thrust of his hips. Coming to a stop until she answered him only to watch how his aunt just fucked herself on his pole regardless. His mind began to drift, imagining that this was his mother and not his aunt. Feeling his hips beginning to move on their own as he imagined what his mother would look like impaled on his rod. Wondering if her cheeks would clap like her sisters did as he pounded Suzie. Picturing his mother begging for him to fuck her as he ignored the wailing moans that were coming from his aunt as her pussy convulsed on his cock once again.

"No, don't!" Suzie screamed out as Will thrusted his cock deep inside of her, dumping his seed into her very fertile womb. "How could you...!" Will wasn't listening at that moment. Ignoring her pleas as he flipped her over. Pressing her legs to her chest and dove back into his aunt's cunt . Letting that wet, soiled pussy of hers get him hard again. Just listening to how her juices just turned her pussy into a wet sloppy mess. Will groaned loudly as he once again dumped his cum into his aunt's pussy.

For the next two hours, Will taught his aunt to respect his brother with his cock making her nothing more than a cock hungry slut. Not that he didn't enjoy wearing his aunt's pussy out. Especially when she vehemently told him not to keep cumming in her. He didn't listen, just like she never listened when anyone told her to keep her views to herself. He just hoped she was on birth control, given the amount of cum he had dumped inside of her soiled cunt. When he couldn't go any longer, Will just fell onto the side of the bed that wasn't marred in her enormous wet spot. He so wasn't going to be sleeping on that. In a matter of seconds of his head hitting the pillow, Will was sound asleep.

The next morning Will woke up to find his aunt's head bobbing on his cock. "Good, you're awake, you fucking dick," Suzie spat as she rose from her position. Swinging her leg over Will's lap, the light of the room played along her now clean-shaven mons Venus as she position ed his cock at her entrance. "You better take responsibility if I get pregnant from all that cum you dumped inside of me," she hissed as she slid down her nephew's pole. Her pussy might be sore from the pounding he gave her last night, yet she wanted to go into work well-fucked. She would never admit that she enjoyed it. She could never do that. Still, though, she couldn't deny how Will's cock felt so good as she rode him hard. "This is my cock now; I own it. You fucking feel me, you dick?"
"Bitch, I'll fuck whoever I want!" Will shot back.

"No, you won't! Not if I keep this cock so worn out it can never rise again, especially for my sister," Suzie growled, slamming down hard on his root. A wicked gleam played along her eyes at the thought of stealing her sister's cock. It wasn't fair that she had George when she knew how big he was before his injury, and now she had a big-dicked son fucking her. It just couldn't stand.

"Bitch, you're going to have to fuck me harder than that if you want to keep it limp because this is nothing to compared to Mom," Will gloated, hoping she believed his lie. Hoping that this would keep his aunt from looking into things too closely. Will's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his aunt began to fuck him harder.

"Were you serious about forcing me to suck Denis off?" Suzie asked as she got dressed for work, feeling Will's cum soaking into her panties.

"Oh yeah, you don't disrespect my brother in any form, got that, cunt?" Will spoke, keeping to his domineering tone. Which he had no clue where it came from. "I bet you'd like it if we both were DPing that pussy and ass," he stated as he too got dressed. Wondering if Denis would share their mother with him. Not that he would make a move on his mother when he knew Denis was doing what he was doing to keep their family intact.

"As long as you promise you'll keep giving me that dick, I'll suck that white..." Yelping when Will forced her to her knees and shoved her down onto his cock. Exactly what she was hoping he would do.

"I told you bitch to keep a civil tongue in that mouth. Seems like I'm going to have to teach you daily," Will growled, seeing the elation in his aunt's eyes as she willingly sucked him off.

"That boy's cock is mine now Helen, you won't be getting that huge dick anymore," Suzie said to herself as she watched Will leave for home. Grabbing her car keys, knowing where she would be when Will got out of his classes in the evening.

******



"Morning, Mom," Will said, hugging his mother from behind. Rubbing his cock against her ass as she stood at the sink before heading into work.

"Morning, baby," Helen said, ignoring the fact she felt her son's cock. It reminded her of George's. She was just surprised that he would do such a thing. Wondering why he would so blatantly do that. "Be quiet going up to your room; your father didn't get home until six this morning," she said, turning around when her son released her. Trying not to notice the bulge in Will's pants. Wondering if he's heard her and Denis going at it, and that was why he was acting like this.

"Sure thing Mom," Will said with a loving smile on his lips before heading to the stairs. Setting his bookbag in his desk chair, noting how he heard Shawna still asleep in her room. Which would give him the perfect opportunity to talk with his little brother. However, the moment he stood in the doorway to his brother's room, he knew Denis was troubled by something. "Hey, bro," Will spoke in a caring tone. "What's wrong?" he asked, noting how Denis was internally debating on something.

"Hey, Will," Denis greeted in a far-off voice.

"Come on, Denis, you know you can talk to me," Will said, resting his arm along his brother's shoulders.

"Do you think I'm a bad one?" Denis asked without looking at his brother.

"What?! Whatever gave you that idea?" Will inquired, taken aback by Denis' question.

"My father is a pedophile rapist, and my mother was raped by him," Denis uttered in a dark tone.

"Whoa, whoa, back up, what do you mean your father is a pedophile rapist?! How can you even know that?" Will asked; he could see how this was affecting his brother.

"A woman claiming to be my birth mother called here yesterday."

"And you just believed her?" Will asked, seeing Denis shaking his head.

"Not at first, but she knew about my birthmark, and Mom confirmed what my last name was before they adopted me," Denis spoke into his hands, trying to make sense of it all.

"Oh, still, what your birth father is, doesn't reflect upon you, Denis; that's all on him. You aren't anything like that, man. You wouldn't be this kind, loyal brother and son to Mom and Dad if you were like that man. You wouldn't have crossed that line to sleep with Mom," nodding his head when Denis' head shot towards him, telling him he knew, "to keep her from sleeping around on Dad. At first, I thought it was wrong. But I've seen how Mom has been ever since, and I really can't say that it's bad anymore. You're doing this for your family, and who would look unkindly upon that?" Will spoke with a warm smile as he squeezed his brother into him. "If anyone does, then they don't know shit about you or this family."

"How long?"

"Since the beginning," Will answered. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing Mom with me. I wasn't going to butt in seeing how you were doing this to keep them from divorcing and splitting up our family. Yet, I've been dying every night when I hear the two of you going at it. I just want to help Mom too, you know?"

"I asked Dad why me and not you, you are her real..."

"We are her real sons," Will cut in. "Don't you ever fucking forget it," he said in a stern brotherly voice. Seeing Denis starting to smile as he came out of his gloom. Rubbing Denis' back when he hugged him in a brotherly fashion. "So, what do you say about you and me giving Mom..."

"Giving me what?" Helen spoke, startling her sons when she came to fetch Denis to take him to school after getting the lab tech of the crime lab to take a swab from Denis' mouth to compare it to the DNA sequence the lab that the woman's P.I. had used had sent to her email. She was paying for it out of pocket, so no one could say she was misusing city resources.

"All the dick you could ever want," Will said, turning his attention to his mother.

"That so?" Helen intoned as she crossed her arms below her 38D breasts.

"Mmmhmm," Will nodded. "It's now or never, don't wimp out," he muttered to himself as he rose off of Denis' bed. "Mom, I know all about why you've been sleeping with Denis; I'm not holding that against you. Yet, here I am, your son, willing to cross that line for you, for this family. Do I not get the chance to prove to you that I can take care of you like I've heard Denis doing?" he asked, looking his mother in the eyes as he lowered the zipper of his pants and snaking out his cock. "I know Denis has been giving you orgasms, and I'm not saying that I'll be better at it than he would be. But I know this will make you very happy," Will uttered, seeing how his mother couldn't take her eyes off of his manhood as he stroked himself off in front of her.

"What? Do you think just because you're bigger than your brother is by two inches that I'm just going to sleep with you?" Helen asked, her eyes flickering up to her son's face.

"No, Mom, I don't think that; I'd never think that about you; I respect you too much to think that about you," Will said, shaking his head. "All I'm saying is that I too want to give you what you need, just like Denis has been doing this whole entire time." He tried not to be startled when his mother reached down and took hold of his cock.

"Is this what you want, baby, my hand wrapped around this cock of yours?"

"I want anything and everything you are willing to share with me," Will nodded firmly. All too soon, his mother's hand dropped away from his cock.

"We'll talk about this later when I don't smell another woman's pussy on your cock," Helen spoke in an annoyed tone. "Denis, two minutes," she said before turning on her heel, peering over her shoulder, noting how Will's eyes were on her ass as she walked away.

"Weren't you at Aunt Suzie's place?" Denis asked from behind his brother as he gathered his belongings.

"I was," Will nodded. "But she went about degrading you with that bigoted tongue of hers, so I had to silence it. So, seeing how she would hate the fact that she would be getting fucked by a 'white boy,' her words, not mine. How about we teach her a thing or two about respect?" he asked, seeing Denis' mood darken.

"Does she really not like me?" Denis asked; he could never understand why anyone could judge someone based on what they look like.

"I can't say, Denis, but the way she speaks and the words she utters kind of hints at it," Will said, trying not to hurt his brother. A little worried when he saw something coming over his brother that he's never seen before. "Hey," stopping Denis when he walked past him, "don't let what Aunt Suzie thinks get to you; that's on her, not you. You've done nothing to warrant that kind of hate," he spoke in a protective brotherly voice.

"See ya later, Will, I'll think about it," Denis said, feeling Will's hand falling from his shoulder as he left his bedroom. Recounting when he was six and the words the woman the State had placed him with uttered when she spoke those demeaning words as she whipped him with a belt with metal cone spikes attached to it. Hearing the words, she spoke playing out in his mind: 'What's the matter?! My people endured this for centuries, and you can't handle a simple belt!' The images of his blood dripping off those spikes still haunted him. He's never once blamed his parents or anyone else for what that woman did to him. That would be irrational to do so, seeing how they never had a hand in it in the first place. He just couldn't understand why that woman and his Aunt thought they could lay what happened in the past on his shoulders.

******



Two days later, St. Peter Baptist church...

"Come in," a warm male voice filtered through the door as Denis knocked on it. He had hoped the kind man could help give him an insight into his problem.

"Reverend Logan, can I speak with you for a moment?" Denis asked in a polite tone as he stuck his head into the pastor's office.

"Of course, Denis, come on in," Reverend Logan answered with a warm smile as he got ready for the eleven o'clock mass that he would be officiating with a visiting pastor from up north. "What can I help you with today?" he asked, watching how the boy that's been attending his church sink down into the chair before his desk, looking troubled by something.

"What does the Bible say to do about parents you never knew about?" Denis asked, keeping his eyes on his lap.

"Have you learned something about them?" Reverend Logan asked, it would take an idiot not to see that the boy was adopted when he was the only Caucasian attending an all African-American church. That didn't matter to him; everyone was welcome to come to the services. He and his church didn't discriminate against those seeking God's word.

"I have; what are you supposed to do when you learn your father is a rapist?" He could hear Denis' need to understand, to cope with what he has learned about his heritage.

"That's a tough one to answer, Denis. I don't have all the answers to it, but all I can say is who do you see as your father?"

"My Dad," Denis uttered, raising his gaze.

"And has George ever given you doubt to think you aren't loved?" Reverend Logan asked to which Denis shook his head. "Has your mother and father ever given you pause to think they are like anything you've experienced in your life?" Again, he was met with a shake of Denis' head. He knew full well what the boy had gone through, he along with his adoptive parents, spent many a night trying to help the boy see that not everyone was evil. "I know you have honored your parents every time I see you all here when your father isn't attending to the sick and injured. So, to what your birth father is, do you want anything to do with the man?"

"No," Denis said, trying not to curse in front of the man.

"Then don't think of the man as your father; think of the man as nothing more than a blip on your life, easily forgotten. Now, did you learn about your birth mother?" Reverend Logan asked in a caring tone.

"I did," Denis nodded.

"And what did you find out about her?"

"She seems nice, but what can you determine from a voice over the telephone?" Denis asked with a shrug.

"Do you want to meet her?"

"I don't know, should I? What would Mom and Dad think if I did? Would they think I didn't love them if I met her?" Denis asked, looking at the man for answers.

"Denis, I know your parents love you very much; just because you might wish to meet your birth mother doesn't mean they will think you don't love them. I know for certain that you do, given the way you take care of your father. So, don't think of it as an act of ill towards them Denis, there is nothing wrong with finding out where you come from. You may need to have that line of communication with her if you have a hereditary illness that may or may not pop up down the road. Plus, as you say, she seemed nice, and shouldn't you give her a chance to truly show you is as she appears to you? What if she has had more children? Wouldn't you want to know you have more siblings out in the world than just here in the city?" Reverend Logan asked; he wasn't trying to tell Denis what to do, just that he should keep an open mind about it.

"Hmm..." Denis hummed, scratching his head. He was going to have to give what Reverend Logan had said some serious thought.

"Can you promise me that you'll think about it before you do anything?"

"Okay, I will; thank you for speaking with me; I'll let you get ready," Denis said, getting up from his seat.

"Anytime Denis, you know my door is always open if you ever need to talk," Reverend Logan said, shaking Denis' offered hand. Something he knew took Denis a long time to overcome due to the nature of his childhood.

Denis was waiting out in the little courtyard for his family to get out of their Sunday school classes. Glancing up when he heard a car pulling up, it was rather fancy if you ask him. He could tell even from that distance it was a Cadillac. He watched how that well-dressed man and what appeared to be his wife walked up. As his friend Eric would call it, it seemed a little gaudy with the amount of 'bling' to be wearing to church. Yet, who was he to judge anyone on what they wanted to wear to it. He didn't miss how they looked at him like he didn't belong there when they walked past him.

"Denis?" George spoke as Helen pushed him towards their son once they had exited the church wing that held the rooms where the Sunday school classes were always held. "What're ya doing out here?"

"Just thinking," Denis said, seeing his mother smiling down at him.

"What about?"

"If you two would think I didn't love you if I wanted to see this woman that claims to be my mother," Denis said truthfully. Seeing his mother holding his father's wheelchair steady as his father leaned forward and took his hand.

"Denis, I know how much this has been on your mind ever since that woman contacted you. You know no matter what you do, your mother and I will always love you. You are our son; nothing will ever take that away, not the State, not this woman," George said with conviction. "For all intents and purposes, you popped out of your mother, white as the snow," he joked just to see his son smile, which got him a slap on his shoulder from his wife.

Peering around his parents when the door opened and out poured the others that were attending the Sunday school services. Denis didn't particularly believe in God, not after what he went through. Yet, his family did, so he attended along with them. If he was honest, if God did exist, then he would have to say his parents were like God to him. Seeing how they were the ones that saved him from that fate. Watching his brother, sister, Stan, with his wife Jill, his step-cousin Ida at her side, followed by his grandmother, with his Aunt Suzie bringing up the rear. Who he wouldn't even look at if she thought about him like that. He personally didn't want anything to do with her if that was the case.

"Service should be starting soon; we should find our seats," Helen said, smiling down at her son. Seeing Denis rising from the stone bench, hearing Will and Shawna asking how he was as she pushed George up the handicap ramp as they followed after. Hearing Denis speaking with Stan, Jill, along with Ida. Smiling when she heard her mother-in-law telling a joke that made Denis just belt out in laughter. She didn't miss that Denis gave her sister the cold shoulder as he escorted Dorthey into the sanctuary. Giving her sister a look, she just shrugged before following after them. Seeing Denis fretting over George like the good son he was before, he went to sit down beside his sister and grandmother.

It wasn't lost on him the look he saw on the man's face when he entered behind Reverend Logan. He noted how his grandmother glared at the man and pursed her lips together as her eyes followed after the man. Denis really didn't care what anyone thought of him, just what his family thought of him. After all, they were the ones that have done everything in their power to show him that they could be trusted. That they were people worthy of being respected and cherished.

"Good morning, everyone," Reverend Logan spoke, smiling down at his congregation. They voiced their reply as one. "As you can see, we have a visitor to our church on this lovely sunny Sunday morning. I would like for you all to welcome Reverend Poole and his lovely wife Janessa," he said, gesturing to the two. Hearing the attendees greet the two of them. "For the first half of our morning service, I'll be turning it over to Reverend Poole. However, you all aren't out of hearing my sermon," he joked, getting a chuckle out of them all. Stepping back and handing the podium over to him before taking his seat in the chair he has graced for the past fifteen years.

"Thank you for your warm welcome to this fine church. I see a lot of warm smiling faces of my brothers and sisters seeking the light of God. We've had a bit of a rough year for us, haven't we?" Reverend Poole asked, looking out at them. "Yet, we strive to bring ourselves together as a community," he said, using his hands to give depth to his words. "However, they," pointing at Denis, "try to keep us down in this city of brotherly love. They," keeping his finger pointing at Denis as he used him as a scapegoat for the sins of the past, "want us to think they have changed their ways, that they aren't this evil monster that has lurked in our hearts," Reverend Poole stated, seeing the congregation shifting uneasily in their seats. Thinking he was hitting home with his rhetoric. "I know this white man has clouded this family's..."

"Wait just one second!" Denis shouted, getting up from his seat, shrugging off his sister's hand when she tried to stop him. Speaking ill of him was one thing; he was used to it; however, what he couldn't allow to stand was the belittlement of his family. "How dare you! You know nothing about us; how dare you stand up there demeaning my family," Denis glared at the man, seeing that smugness on his face. "Sorry, Reverend Logan, but I cannot sit by while this man speaks ill of them," he apologized.

"It's alright, Denis, speak your mind," Reverend Logan said, so very pleased to see this side of Denis.

"Aren't you supposed to be a man of God, to follow his word?" Denis accused. "Yet, here you are breaking the ninth commandment: thou shalt not bear false witness," he said, approaching the pulpit. "You don't know a damn thing about me; here you are spouting off about things you can't even imagine what it's like. I do, however, know that pain. I've lived it for ten years before this family; the very ones you've demeaned saved me. So since you can't follow what Mathew, Chapter seven, verse one, that states 'judge ye not yet ye be judged,'" looking to his pastor to ensure he had quoted it correctly who nodded that he had, "let us all judge you now. You show up in that fancy car, decked out in that bling my friend Eric calls it, wearing that fancy suit, and you dare to stand up there, where these good people have come to hear the word of God, spewing your hate," Denis uttered, seeing the man growing upset at his words. "That seems like the work of the Devil and not God." Hearing the combined 'Mmmhmm' from those behind him. "Aren't you supposed to be incorruptible? Yet, I see that you've fallen to the Primal Sin of Vanity. Doesn't seem like something a Reverend should be doing, now does it?"
"You can't even begin to know the horrors my people have faced," Reverend Poole spat; his spittle flew as he spoke.

"I can because I've faced it at one of your people's hands," Denis growled, hearing his mother and father gasping. "You stand there all high and mighty, looking your nose down at me for something I wasn't even alive for. Nonetheless, here I stand, I know what it's like to be a slave, to be used and abused. To be made to feel like I wasn't even human, that I was lower than the dirt you walk on," turning his head to peer at his parents, "but I met some very nice, wonderful people when all I've ever known was pain. That for the first ten years of my life, every waking moment, it was one punishment after another. Starved to the point of not having the strength to walk," loosening his tie and sliding it off his neck, laying it on his father's shoulder as he passed so his father could keep it clean for him, "I know what it's like to be used as nothing more than a cash cow where my caregivers used it for their drugs, their alcohol, their sick, and twisted vises," he said, walking up the center of the sanctuary as he unbuttoned his shirt. "You all know me; you know what I am like. Does anything that man says ring true?" Denis asked the congregation.

"Look at me," holding his shirt in his right hand as he held out his arms, "and tell me I don't know what your people have suffered in the past," Denis stated, hearing their gasps as he showed off his scarred body to their eyes as he slowly turned to give everyone a view of the horrors he has endured. "Take a good long look at what I have suffered at the hand of one of your own, mine, and a few others, take a good long look and ask yourself if his rhetoric has validity to it. Now should I blame each and every one of you for what I have endured? No," he said with conviction. "Because to do so, I would be like that man there," pointing at Reverend Poole, "how can I blame any one of you? When you weren't the ones that did this to me. If I did that, I would be a failure as a son for not heeding the words my mother and father spoke to me," Denis said, coming to stand behind his parents and resting his hands on his father and mother's shoulders. "They were the ones that taught me not everyone is bad, that I couldn't blame everyone for what a few had done to me. Eight years ago, I would most likely be dead if they had not saved that raggedy, homeless, hungry, dirty boy that day. It was their kindness that you have demeaned that saved my life," he uttered, glaring angrily at the man. "It was their kindness, their compassion they showed me that has made me into the man I am. Now go on, speak something more about things you have no idea what people like I have faced. The pain we felt, the blood we have spilled all because of hate. The same hate you've spouted out in this house of God. Again, Reverend Logan and the rest of you, I apologize for interrupting your worship and for making you see what still is going on to this day," Denis spoke in a humble tone as he redressed.

"Denis, was that true?" Shawna whispered as Denis retook his seat.

"Yes, she used to tie me to a hot radiator and whip me with a belt with metal cone spikes on it; it was either get burned or endure the whipping," Denis muttered low as he buttoned his shirt. Huffing as Shawna crushed him in a hug. Feeling his grandmother's hand squeezing his right knee affectionately as Shawna wouldn't let go. Peering behind him when he felt the family, that usually sat behind them on Sundays, hands on his shoulders. Nodding to them, silently thanking them for their support. He knew that hate personally isn't limited to one group of people. It comes in all forms and colors. Some are very obvious, others too subtle to notice; nonetheless, hate is still hate. No one can pretty it up with fancy words and good intentions.

With the crowd turning against him, Reverend Poole made a hasty retreat, as did his wife. Knowing that he wasn't going to be able to seek a position at the church as he had thought he could by playing on the racial tension that was taking place around the country. With that bit of ugliness out of the way, Reverend Logan steered the morning service back to what church was really about. Denis was escorted out when the service was over, flanked by his family members except for his Aunt Suzie, who had snuck out the side door. Denis tried not to get hard when his mother hugged him, pressing his face into her cleavage due to their vast height difference. She wasn't the only one that crushed him in their embrace. His grandmother took an exceptionally long time in letting go, as did Ida. Stan just placed a hand on his shoulder, giving Denis a look that foretold they shared a common understanding of what hardship was before he, too, brought his nephew into his embrace.

******



"Will, come to your brother's room," Helen spoke in a stern motherly tone. Knowing that with Shawna visiting her grandmother and George heading to the hospital to start his shift after church. Now would be the perfect time to see if her son could do what he said he could. Hearing Will rising from his desk chair following after her. "Baby, you don't mind if we spice it up a little bit, do you?"

Will heard his mother asking Denis as he neared his brother's room. He could feel himself growing in his pants at the thought of feeling what his mother's lips would feel like wrapped around his cock. Praying that it would be as good as he had dreamed about as he listened through the wall.

"Like? Oh..." Denis' voice trailed off when Will stepped into his room.

"Denis, if you're uncomfortable with this, we don't have to do this," Will stated, showing his brother that he wouldn't be angry with him if he did.

"No, it's not that Will, it's just that I know what you're packing," Denis said in a joking manner.

"Don't you worry li'l bro, I'll try not to show you up," Will stated in that older brother's taunting tone.

"Will, there are going to be some rules if we do this," Helen said, shutting and locking Denis' door to keep Shawna from walking in if she came home early.

"Like?" Will asked, watching Denis stripping off his shirt.

"One: You will not cum in my pussy. I can't risk getting pregnant by you. It would cause too many questions to spring up when we both know it would look too much like your father, that would generate more questions and hurt people who have no hand in this," Helen said, referring to Stan and Jill. "However, you may cum in my mouth or on my body. Two: you will not use any derogatory names when we have sex. And lastly, there will be no anal sex with you; you're like your father down there; I'd rather not be in pain when I sit down. Can you follow those rules?" she inquired as she unbuttoned her blouse. Noting how her eldest son's eyes were glued to the blue bra she had worn once her shirt left her shoulders.

"Of course, Mom," Will said with a firm nod. He would never speak the words he had called his aunt to his mother. His aunt had earned that; his mother had not.

"The next time you have sex with someone other than me, wash your fucking cock," Helen intoned in a disapproving voice. Seeing her son's cheeks heating in embarrassment.

"Yes, Mom, sorry," Will said in a shy tone. Instantly his cock strained against his pants as his mother walked naked towards Denis. Hastily undressing, he wasn't about to be left out as his mother sank down his brother's body and pulled down Denis' underwear as she did. Seeing how his mother looked up at Denis when she held him within her mouth.

"You sure that isn't a deadly weapon," Denis teased as Will came to stand beside him.

What Will was about to say was lost to the ether when he was sent to Heaven when he felt his mother's lips wrapped around his steel pole. It was everything he had dreamt about. Hearing his mother moaning when Denis knelt behind her, his left hand fondled her left breast while his right hand reached between her legs from behind her.

"Oh, Denis, that's it, baby, just like that, play with that pussy," Helen sighed in bliss once she eased off Will's cock. She's never had a threesome before, yet she trusted Denis, and she wanted to be sure that Denis would be fine with her seeking Will's bed when the need arose. Not that she was going to neglect her youngest son. After all, if it wasn't for him, she doubted she would still be a married woman and be cut off from her children. She would die if that ever happened. No. She would never neglect Denis. He came first; then, if Shawna was with him, she would seek Will out or if Denis wasn't at home at the time. Rising up slightly when she felt ready to take this further. Her eyes fluttered as she felt Denis easing his cock into her welcoming canal. Taking her just like he had done the first night they had made love. Making Will watch as Denis fucked her while his cock was still in her mouth.

"Hey, Will, do you want to see Mom cum?" Denis asked, looking up at his older brother.

"Hell yeah, I do!" Will exclaimed, fighting back from cumming in his mother's mouth. He watched in awe as his mother spasmed in her climax. Knowing he so had to feel what his mother cumming on his cock was like. Just the way her breasts shook was hypnotizing to him; however, he couldn't hold back the flood of his cum as it poured into his mother's mouth. He almost fainted at how good it felt when his mother swallowed it all down.

"Let me up baby, the floor isn't good on my knees," Helen uttered in a sweet tone as she gently caressed Denis' face when she leaned against his chest. "You can watch while you recover," she said, winking at her son as she rose with Denis' and Will's help.

Watching how his mother laid on her back with her legs spread, holding out her arms to Denis like she was calling to her lover. Wondering if she would ever look at him like she was doing to Denis. Seeing the elation on her face as he witnessed how Denis thrusted into his mother. He wasn't about to be left out. He might be out of commission for the moment until his batteries recharged; that didn't mean his mouth didn't work. Will felt his mother's fingers moving along his hair as the palm of her hand brushed along his head as he suckled on her left breast. Turning his head when Denis tapped him on his left shoulder. Seeing his brother making a pinching motion with his fingers when Denis nodded to their mother's right breast. Seeing Denis smiling at him when their mother squealed once he followed his cue. Hearing his mother panting in his ear as he listened to Denis' balls slapping against her ass and smelling her sex on the air. Noting how his mother wrapped her legs around Denis when she came again. Watching how Denis just stopped all motion as their mother ground her hips against his as she rode out her climax.

"You think you're up for this, Will?" Helen asked as she panted for breath. Noticing how he was hard once again.

"For you, Mom, always," Will stated in a loving tone.

"Can you handle that? Denis may get more of me than you, Will?" Helen quired.

"I'm okay with that; I'm just happy that I get to be with you, like this," Will said, not voicing that the rest of the time he would be fucking the shit out of his bigoted aunt.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Helen spoke with a sinful smile on her lips. Feeling Denis easing out of her slick cunt. "Come here, baby, let mama clean you up," she said, peering lovingly up at Denis. Her eyes held a smirk in them when she noted how Will was just staring at her pussy when he knelt between her legs just like Denis had done on their first night together as she wrapped her lips around Denis' cock. "So big?!" Helen groaned in her mind when Will gently eased himself into her, sending her back to all the times she and George made love to one another. Her love-filled eyes peered up at Denis as the back of his fingers gently brushed along her left cheek while she sucked him off. Nearly choking on Denis' cum as he flooded her mouth while at the same time Will had made her cum on his cock. It was an experience that she was never going to forget.

For the next forty-five minutes, Denis and Will took turns inside of her mouth and pussy, how she just loved it! Wondering if they could do this more often. However, when it came time for their fun to stop, Will was tittyfucking her while he straddled her chest with his back to Denis, who was currently hilt deep inside of her. Locking her lips around the head of Will's rod and her legs around Denis' waist feeling and seeing how her boys were about to unleash their third load all for her. Drinking Will's cum down while feeling Denis' cum flooding her womb like it always would. Denis was the only one she would allow doing that, given the reason why Denis had agreed to cross that line. Will only wanted to be a part of it because he was jealous. She wasn't a fool. She had seen it plenty of times. She just never brought it up.

"You boys rest up, I'm going to wash up," Helen said, reaching into the closet where she stored her robe for when she and Denis were together. While it was nice to have something as large as Will's cock yet she loved cumming on Denis' cock more. Not that she was demeaning the orgasms Will gave her when he was inside of her. Far from it. No, Will and her didn't have that intimate connection she and Denis shared after months of being with one another. Maybe that would change, she didn't know; nonetheless, for now, that was how things stood.

"So, have you thought about what I said a few days ago?" Will asked once he heard the shower in Denis' bathroom going.

"I don't know, Will, I don't really want to be around her right now, and I sure as hell don't want her coming back for seconds," Denis said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he sat.

"I can understand that; you just let me know, and I'll get it set up," Will said, mirroring his brother.

"Why are you doing that with her anyway?" Denis asked, peering over his shoulder.

"To protect you and Mom. She was under the impression that you and Mom were fucking, so I lied and said it was me to keep her from calling the police on you and Mom. I wasn't about to allow her to do that to us," Will said, gazing back at his brother as he fished for his and Denis' underwear that lined his brother's floor. Seeing the pride in his brother's eyes as the two of them fist-bumped. "Thanks for being cool with this," Will said as he gathered up his discarded clothes, seeing Denis smile and nod before leaving his brother's room.

"Hey, baby, did you come back for more," Helen purred with a sultry smile on her lips when Denis opened the shower door. Her eyes lit up at how his cock glistened in the lube she had bought so she could take him in her ass. Placing her hand over the shower head so it wouldn't wash the lube off as he stepped in behind her. Bending forward slightly as her son spread her ass cheeks with one hand and used his other to guide his rod of man into her starfish.

******



Monday, five pm...

Helen walked into their home, recounting how she nor Shawna would let Denis out of their sight all day yesterday when Shawna returned from her grandmother's house. Flashes of how Denis took her in the shower after the threesome with both of her sons played in her mind, which she had to admit was better than she had thought it would be. Feeling her ass quivering at how Denis' cock glided through her. Keeping her voice down so as not to alert Will. Remembering how she thrusted back onto his root when his hot seed flooded her ass. Looking into the living room, not seeing either Denis or her husband in there. She knew Shawna and Will were still at their college. Knowing Shawna would be home at half-past six, Will was again staying at Suzie's place. Which she found odd; she was just going to have to find out why her son was spending so much time at her sister's place.

Walking into hers and George's bedroom, stopping in her tracks as she saw how George and Denis were playing a game of chess. Something they have done once a week. Just so Denis could get the attention he wasn't given before he came into their lives. Seeing George smile when his eyes glanced over at her when he spotted her while Denis' back was to her. Wondering if she should stop their game and inform Denis of what the test results stated that she had paid extra to put a rush on all so she could give her son peace of mind. Watching how her son moved his bishop to G6 putting her husband in check as she laid her briefcase and suit jacket onto her and George's bed. Noting how George tipped his king over forfeiting their game.

"Nicely played Denis," seeing their son blushing beneath his father's praise, "but I demand a rematch when you don't have more pressing matters," George stated, pointing at his wife, causing Denis to turn in his seat.

"Hey, baby," Helen greeted both of them. Seeing Denis' smile widening at the sight of her. Something she hoped would never disappear from his face. Walking over to her husband and got her welcome home kiss and a hug in before getting her hug from her son. She never kissed Denis in front of her husband; that would be rude and disrespectful to George. "Denis, you remember Friday when I had my friend take a swab of your mouth?" she asked as she held her son's hands.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I got the results back. Would you like to go over them with us, or would you like to be alone?" Helen asked; a motherly smile appeared on her lips when Denis shook his head. Walking over to the bed, the latches of her briefcase snapped open in a loud pop once she had unlocked it. Hearing George wheeling out from behind the chess board as she pulled out the report her lab tech friend had sent her that morning. Kneeling down beside her son's left side and placed the piece of paper into his hands. Her left hand rested on his left forearm while her right rubbed his back as he read the results.

"Is this..."

"It is; she ran it three times just to make sure," Helen said when Denis looked over at her. Seeing how Denis was taking a very long time just staring at it.              

"Dad, can you...?"

"Sure, son," George said, taking the paper from his son. His eyes darted to and fro as he compared the two DNA genomes. "They are the same," he said after a few minutes.

"Denis?!" Helen called after her son as he surged from his seat and walked out of the room.

"Let him go, honey; he may need some time to process it," George said, laying the test result on the chess board.

******



Denis was sitting on the lounger beside their pool, wondering what he was going to do now. Should he call her? If he did, what then? Would she want something from him? If not, then why now was she seeking him out? He knew enough to know not to trust what people say. His caregivers would always say one thing when they were in front of others and a far different thing when alone behind closed doors. Running his hand through his hair when he had more questions than answers.

Pulling out his phone from his left pocket. Something he thought he would never have before his parents saved him. Scrolling down his contact list, tapping on the ID of his birth mother's number once. Wondering if he should even be doing this. Wondering what Shawna would think if he didn't. That he backed out because he was scared, that he didn't know if he could have another parent to call Mom. Pondering how that would affect his mother, the woman who raised him, showed him love and kindness when others did not. Hitting the phone icon and brought it up to his ear.

******



Coraline was lounging on the leather sofa in her condo that she had gotten in her divorce. Resting against the armrest, her bare feet resting on the middle cushion with her knees bent, going over reports while the business news channel softly played in the background as she snacked on some expensive chocolates. She was just doing this to keep her mind occupied, given how it's been nearly four days since she's heard anything from her son. She felt herself smiling at that when the words 'her son' ran through her mind. She did hope he would call soon. She didn't want to seem pushy as much as she wanted to call him every day. Coraline knew that would just push Denis away from her, which wasn't something she ever wanted to do. Sighing in irritation when her cell phone rang. Thinking it was one of her bosses calling her after hours. However, her reports went flying when she noted her son's picture and caller ID on the screen of her phone.
Hastily straightening out her clothes -- Why? -- she couldn't say. Her heart hammered in her chest as she accepted his call. "Hello, Denis, I'm so happy that you called," Coraline spoke once she had placed the phone on speaker.

"Hello... I don't know what to call you." She heard the indecision in the tone of his voice. "So you're really my mother?"

"Mmmhmm, I am," Coraline hummed as she nodded. "As to what to address me as Coraline will be fine, or Mom, when you feel like it. No pressure," she spoke, feeling her heart in her throat that her son had accepted that she was indeed his biological mother.

"So, what do you want from me?"

"Nothing Denis, I just want to get to know you. About your life, how you've lived. Who took care of you, and just to grow close to my son," Coraline said in a warm tone.

"I don't think you would want to know about that."

"Why?" Coraline asked, confused. Wondering what could've happened to him, that would make him think that.

"Just something I doubt you would understand." Arching an eyebrow when her son uttered that statement.

"Okay, I would like to know about it, but I won't push until you're ready to talk about it. What about when you were adopted? Can we talk about that?" Coraline asked, shutting her TV off to limit the distractions.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything?!" Coraline said excitedly. "Like how did you meet the McCarty's, are they good to you, do they take care of you, do they love you?" she spoke, her questions coming out rapidly.

"I met them when I was digging through their trash for something to eat."

"What?!" Coraline shouted, not believing what she had just heard. Why was her son digging through trash just to find something to eat? Why would he have to?! "Denis, please tell me, why were you doing that?"

"Because I was cold, hungry, and homeless."

"But why were you on the streets in the first place?" Coraline asked in a concerned motherly tone.

"Because I ran away from the home the State had placed me in."

"Why?!" Coraline asked in a need to understand what her son's life has been like.

"I don't know you well enough to talk about that."

"Okay, okay, I can understand that," blowing out a breath, "so you were looking for something to eat; when was this?" Coraline asked, pulling her legs beneath her, leaning on her hand as she enjoyed the sound of her son's voice.

"Thanksgiving day, eight years ago, that was when my life changed."

"Oh? And the McCarty's have taken care of you ever since?"

"They have."

"Are they good to you, Denis?" Coraline asked, hoping that was the case.

"Yes, they're very good to me. They're the best people that I know." Coralline heard the conviction in her son's voice.

"I'm glad to hear that, baby," Coraline said, testing that word out. She couldn't deny how giddy that made her feel. "So, how are you in school?"

"Terrible, but my brother and sister, along with her friends, help me."

"I'm very happy to hear that you're close to them and that they help you out," Coraline said, knowing that had been a weight on her shoulders, wondering if his adopted family treated him like one of their own or not. "So, Denis, do you have anything that you like to do?"

"As in?"

"Something that you enjoy doing that doesn't involve school," Coraline clarified.

"Oh. Well, I like going fishing with my Uncle Stan; since Dad's injury, he hasn't been able to go like he used to. So, I go in his place."

"Do you catch anything?" Coraline asked, hearing the love her son had for his adoptive father.

"Most of the time, but sometimes they're just too crafty for me." Coraline felt herself smiling as she heard the uplift in his voice.

"And when you do catch something, what kind of fish do you catch?"

"Mostly small and largemouth bass and a lot of crappie; those are my Dad's favorites, Will; he likes bass."

"Denis, who's Will?"

"My older brother."

"Ah. Do you get along with your adoptive sister?"

"I do. She's been great to me."

"That's good to hear. Do you do anything else besides fish," Coraline said, knowing Denis and her father would get along in that aspect.

"I box."

"What?! What do you mean, you box?" Coraline asked; she did not condone those types of physical sports.

"Dad taught me how to work out the anger I have."

"What do you mean?"

"Long story, don't feel like going into it right now."

"Alright," blowing out a breath, knowing eventually her son would tell her why she just needed to be patient with him, "so you're a boxer, are you any good at it?" Coraline asked, knowing she couldn't harp on it if it helped her son.

"I am. Won the city's featherweight title two months ago. I have a title match this Thursday."

"Really?!" Coraline asked in shocked awe. Wondering why the P.I. didn't put that in his report.

"Mmmhmm."

"Well then, I'm going to root for you from here and hope you win with a big knockout!" Coraline exclaimed in a motherly voice. Knowing this, too, was something he and her father could relate to. "So does your adoptive family come and cheer you on at these matches."

"Mom, sis, and Nana are always there, Will and Dad attend when they can. Uncle Stan and Aunt Jill try to come, but they have their own lives to live, so I can understand why they can't sometimes."

"And why do Will and your adoptive father attend only on occasions?"

"Well, Will's studying to be a medical researcher and doctor like our father is; Dad's a doctor, not a researcher, so Will is normally studying whenever he's home. He has a lot of classes, so sometimes he can't get away, and Dad, well, I just told you, he works a lot of hours at the hospital and his private practice."

"Wow. Two doctors in your family, I'm impressed. I hope he does well in his classes."

"Me too, Will is so smart; I know he'll be a great doctor." Coraline heard the praise in Denis' voice.

"Denis?"

"Hmm?"

"Earlier, you said your dad was injured. Can I ask what happened to him?"

"He was shot when some drug addict tried to raid the hospital my dad worked at and was paralyzed because of it. So I help as much as I can around here."

"Ah. Sounds like you're a very good son to your adoptive parents."

"I try to be."

"Denis, is there anything you want to know about me?" Coraline asked in a shy tone.

"Do I have siblings?"

"No, you're the only child I've ever had, but you do still have family in Philadelphia."

"I do?"

"Mmmhmm. Your grandfather's -- my father -- brother still lives in the suburbs east of the city. They have three children, all grown, but they have their own children. Mom's sister lives in the city itself; her two daughters work for the city."

"Doing what?"

"One's a meter maid," biting her lip when she heard Denis snort, "and the other one works for the police department, I think in the crime lab, I'm not sure. I haven't spoken to Giada in a few months. Still, I'm sure that's what she said she would be doing when she graduated," Coraline said, wondering if he's seen them and neither knew as they passed each other.

"Denis, come inside; it's dinner time!" Coraline heard his adoptive mother's voice calling out to him.

"I have to..."

"No, I understand, don't keep them waiting. Denis?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for calling; I've enjoyed talking to you; maybe we can do this every night?" Coraline asked with hope.

"You want to talk every night?"

"Yes, I do," Coraline nodded firmly. "As long as you're okay with it, Denis."

"Alright, I guess we can try."

"Say this time every night? Will that work for you?"

"Sure."

"Goodnight, son; I hope you enjoy your dinner," Coraline stated, not hiding the happiness in her voice.

"Night, Coraline." Her legs kicked wildly in the air as she kissed her son's picture on the screen of her phone.

"Mom?!" Coraline spoke in a chipper tone into her phone after she had danced around her condo like a fool.

"Hello, honey, what's got you all excited?"

"I just got off the phone with Denis, my son," Coraline stated in a pride-filled voice.

"Oh, you did, did you?" She heard her mother's amused tone in her ear.

"I did, I did," Coraline nodded against her phone. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"He believes me."

"Really?!" Coraline heard the uptick in her mother's voice. "Hold on, I'm putting you on speaker. Okay, go ahead; your father is all ears."

"We talked and talked about a lot of things," Coraline sighed happily.

"Oh? What about?" her father asked.

"Like how life is with his adoptive family. Did you know they'll have two doctors soon? Will, that's Denis' older adoptive brother, is studying to be one right now." Hearing her parents whistle over the line. "Not only that, but Dad, I think you're going to like this."

"Oh?"

"He likes to fish; he goes with his Uncle Stan."

"He does? Did he tell you what he likes to catch?"

"He did," Coraline said, so happy that she could share this with her parents. "He said he's caught small and largemouth bass, and crappie, whatever kind of fish that is. But he said he goes fishing because his adoptive father can't anymore since his injury. So he catches them for him."

"A very small mouth fish, very hard to catch. It's a pan fish; it's pretty good eating too." She could hear the pride in her father's voice. "Wow. I'm sorry to hear that about the man, but it's good to hear he does that for him."

"I know; I'm very proud that he goes out of his way to make his adoptive father happy," Coraline said in a prideful motherly tone.

"What else did you learn about our grandson?" she heard her mother's eagerness to know all about Denis.

"That he likes to box."

"Really?" Coraline heard the uptick in her father's voice when he asked that.

"He does; his adoptive father taught him how. Not only that, but he also told me he won the city's featherweight title two months ago. Said he also has a title match this Thursday," Coraline said, knowing how often her father has paid for the paper-view of boxing matches.

"Wow. Wish I could have seen that match. I bet it was a great one."

"I'm sure it was."

"Did he say if this match would be streamed?"

"No, we didn't get into that; his adoptive mother called for him since they were about to have dinner."

"Did he say anything about before he got adopted?" her mother asked in a concerned tone.

"No, he wouldn't talk about that with me. But I do know how he and the McCarty's met."

"Oh? Do tell."

"From what Denis told me, they found him digging through their trash looking for something to eat on Thanksgiving, eight years ago."

"What?!" her parents shouted into her ear.

"Why in the good lord's name was he eating out of the garbage?" her father intoned heatedly.

"Because as he put it, he ran away from the home the State placed him in; he was cold, hungry, and homeless. He wouldn't tell me why he was on the streets; I wish he would," Coraline sighed, leaning against the counter in her kitchen.

"Just give him time, honey, but I am so happy that he believes you."

"Me too," Coraline said, knowing how much her mother knew how she just wanted to talk with Denis. "Well, I'm going to get off of here and fix my dinner."

"Okay, honey, you're coming over this weekend, aren't you?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Good, we'll see you then."

Holding out her phone, making sure her hair wasn't messy in the camera before snapping a picture of herself leaning against her kitchen counter. Taking a few more in different poses before discarding the ones she didn't like. Opening up her text messaging app attaching the photo to the text she was typing out to her son, which read: 'Denis, I know you're having dinner right now, and I don't mean to interrupt it. I just thought maybe you would like to have a picture of me. I know I like to have one of you, when you have time, of course. I hope you have a wonderful night and that your dinner is good. I really did love talking to you tonight, and I can't wait to speak with you again.' She read it a few times before sending it to her son before laying down her phone on the counter while she went to reheat a one-person frozen meal.

Looking over at it when it vibrated as she waited for the microwave to finish. Snorting loudly in her kitchen as whomever it was took a picture of her startled son with a spaghetti noodle hanging out of his mouth. Pressing her fingers to her lips when another came in of Denis with a brooding look, or at least that was what it looked like to her as he stared at the camera. "So cute," Coraline muttered aloud. Running her finger along the outline of her son's face, wondering when he would be okay in meeting one another. Gasping when there was another sent, her son was smiling this time while a woman slightly older than her son leaned her head on his shoulder. Noting how Denis's eyes were elsewhere, telling her the unknown speaker had said something to cause it what whomever the woman was took the picture.

"I'm Shawna, Denis' sister, that's me in the picture; I hope you like them. Enjoy your night!"

"Thank you, Shawna; I did very much. You have a good night," Coralline quickly typed out as her microwave dinged.

To Be Continued...
Soul Food Pt. 05
A trip to the south what will it bring for Denis and co.
Thanks to Killerarmyguy and Taco for the edits.

******

Two and a half weeks later...

"You promise you'll call the first moment you land?" Helen spoke in a worried motherly tone as she, Shawna, Will, and George stood in the lobby of PHL Philadelphia International Airport. She so didn't want Denis to go. She didn't want to be separated from her baby by over six hundred miles. However, she had seen how close they had gotten over the past two and a half weeks. Helen would never admit it aloud, yet Coraline was a nice, decent person. Still, she wasn't about to give up her baby to her. She never wanted Denis to be away from her side unless she knew where he was staying and within driving distance from her house ever since they had adopted him. This would be the longest her son would be away from home, and she was going to hate every moment of it. Nonetheless, Denis was determined to go, and she couldn't deny her baby. No matter how much she would miss and worry about him the whole time he was gone for his spring break. It was why she and George were letting him leave in the middle of the week and return the Sunday after next week.

"Yes, Mom, I promise I'll call the moment I'm off the plane," Denis nodded. "And I'll call every day," he said, reassuring her that he would be okay.

"You better," Helen said in a trembling voice as she hugged her son hard, causing her 38D breasts to pancake out as she did. "I'm going to miss you so much. You better be prepared for the best fucking of your life when you get back because mama's going to be horny," she whispered into her son's ear as she felt him hugging her back.

George pulled his son down into him, hugging him hard, knowing this would be hard on his son given his issues with trusting strangers. "You call if you need anything. If it doesn't feel right, or something happens, you come home. No one will fault you for that," he whispered in a fatherly voice, feeling his son nodding against his shoulder. "If we have to, it's only a ten-hour car ride to Knoxville," George said, making it known to Denis they would move Heaven and Earth to get him home.

"You better be sending me photos of everything," Shawna said, snuggling up to Denis as he lightly rubbed her back. "I want to know what you did and how your day was. I don't want to miss anything," she whispered, knowing Denis needed to meet this woman. She knew if he didn't, it would just eat at him. She didn't want him to have any regrets in his life once they were married, not that Denis had any idea that was what was going to happen to them in the future. Kissing her brother passionately, she didn't care if anyone saw; she wanted him to remember what was waiting for him when he got home. "You be safe down there, you here?" Shawna intoned in a caring voice, seeing his smile reaching his eyes as he nodded.

"You know you can call me anytime you need to," Will said, hugging Denis in a firm brotherly hug.

"I know why you're a good brother," Denis responded, matching his hug. To outsiders, they might appear the oddest of families. Yet, to Denis, it was the only place he ever wanted to belong. "You watch out for Dad for me," he said, pulling away.

"You got it," Will nodded firmly. "I'll make sure he isn't terrorizing the half-pipe in his rocket-powered wheelchair," he joked, getting a laugh out of his father and brother.

"I love you guys," Denis said, walking towards the TSA agent. Waving to them as he peered back at them. "I'll be home soon!"

"We love you too, Denis!" Helen shouted, not caring if she garnered looks from those around them. "You be safe and stay out of trouble!"

"Yes, Mom, no terrorizing Knoxville," Denis uttered, smiling as he was let through the gate. Knowing he had to meet this woman that the test they had run proved was indeed his biological mother. It was just something in him that drove him to meet her. What that was, he couldn't say. Nothing in his life has prepared him for dealing with that feeling, at least not the first ten years of it. Holding out his arms as the woman waved a wand along his body before he was let through the checkpoint. Wondering if there was a boxing gym close to his birth mother's place just so he could keep in shape. The title match was a knockout, literally. Given how Denis delivered an uppercut to his opponent's jaw in the middle of the first round, winning it by a technical knockout. He would have felt bad about it if his opponent hadn't ran his mouth about whipping him and doing things to Shawna after the match. He was already exiting the ring when his opponent finally began to stir.

His trainer had even begun to hint at seeing him go pro, given the number of wins under his belt. He might go that route, yet he knew his parents wanted him to go to college. Denis had to admit being in the same school as Shawna and Will once again would be awesome in his view. It would feel like all the other times they have been together. He loved being with them even if he couldn't understand half of what the two of them spoke about; they never once made him feel stupid when he knew he didn't have their smarts.

"Hello?" Denis answered when he brought his phone up to his ear as he walked towards his gate terminal.

"Hi, baby, I was just calling to see if you're on your way yet?" While Denis had to admit Coraline was a nice person over the phone, however, from his experience, he had to see if her actions matched her kindness.

"Walking to the terminal as we speak," Denis replied, knowing it was only a two-hour flight to Knoxville, TN.

"Okay, so you're really coming?!"

"Huh?" Denis uttered in confusion.

"Nothing, nothing, I just had this fear you would back out at the last minute."

"Ah, nope, I'll be in the air in a few minutes," Denis stated, seeing the sign for his terminal as he drew near. Arching an eyebrow hearing his birth mother sniffling.

"Sorry, Denis, you probably don't want to hear your mother cry. I promised myself I wouldn't, yet I've been waiting for this day since I first talked to you."

"Then cry if you want to," Denis said, knowing his mother would say this was one of those times it was okay to cry.

"I'll see you when you land; I can't wait to see you, baby."

"Mmmkay, I'll see you in a few hours," Denis spoke, pocketing his phone once they had said their goodbyes.

Denis had his face pressed against the window as he watched the Great Smoky Mountains rolling beneath them as they flew overhead. He's never been to the mountains; his family opted to go to the beach instead of the mountains when his parents had time to go, given their busy schedules. Not that he minded, he didn't like showing off his body to people he didn't know. He always got looks from people when he would never take the t-shirt he would wear to it off. With Shawna and Will in college, their vacations have become few and far between, again not something he was complaining about. Looking up when the fastened seat belt light came on, telling him he had reached their destination.

His gym bag that held his boxing gloves, tape, and everything else rested on top of his rolling suitcase once he had collected his bags from the baggage claim. He had placed his return ticket in the front pocket of it so he wouldn't lose it. It wasn't hard for Denis to spot his birth mother as her hands covered her mouth. No. The same soft green eyes and brown hair that they shared pointed her out to him. He tried not to eye how her breasts jiggled and swayed beneath the t-shirt she was wearing as she rushed towards him. If he had to guess, they were about the same size as his mother, nor was he trying to ogle how alluring her hips were in those jeans she wore. Something else that reminded him of his mother. Staggering slightly when Coraline threw her arms around him, crushing him a bear hug. Trying to ignore how firm her breasts felt as they pressed against his chest.

"Umm..." Denis mumbled when he noted the few stares they were getting when Coraline's hug lingered.

"Sorry," Coraline said bashfully, backing away and wiping her eyes. "It's just I thought I'd never see you again," she said, lightly rubbing Denis' upper right arm. "You got everything?" Coraline asked, so eager to show him her home, where he would always be welcome to stay. "My car is this way," she uttered, pointing to the left side exit of the airport when Denis nodded.

"Hold up for a sec; need to let them know I landed," Denis stated, seeing his birth mother nod in understanding. Taking a picture as he stood in front of the McGhee Tyson Airport sign and sent it off to his family's group text. Smiling at their responses before typing out his reply and pocketing his phone. Trying to be sly about it as he kept his head on a swivel as he followed after Coraline to her car. It was a habit of his whenever he was in a new place, a habit that had saved him many a time when he was living on the streets. When he wasn't doing that, he was slyly checking out his birth mother. He had to admit she wasn't a bad-looking woman. Shaking the thoughts from his mind when the images of his mother and Shawna appeared within it as he felt his body responding to them. Glancing down to her ass when her back left pocket rang. Watching how her fingers played along it as she pulled her phone out from it.

"Hey, Mom, yes, he's right behind me," Coraline said, flashing Denis a smile when she peered back at him. "No, he just landed. Mmmhmm," she hummed her answer to her mother's question. Yet, deep inside, she held a secret that she dared not let loose. "Hold on, I'll ask. Denis?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have your fishing license on you?" Coraline asked as the light breeze lifted the strands of her brown hair from off her back.

"Of course, Uncle Stan told me to always have it on me," Denis stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"He does, okay, hold on," Coraline said, holding her phone out to him. "Your grandfather wants to talk to you," she uttered with a warm smile on her lips. Noting how Denis looked at her oddly and then her phone before taking it from her.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Denis, I'm Teagan, your grandfather," he said, introducing himself to his grandson. "I was wondering if you would like to come with me and a pal of mine in the morning to Fort Loudoun Lake for a little fishing."

"I don't think my license covers Tennessee," Denis countered.

"That was why I had your mother ask if you had yours on you. I just checked; it wouldn't be too much to get yours tweaked a little so you can fish here. Your mother said she'll get it taken care of on the way over for dinner tonight." Denis shot Coraline a look who got a rather bashful look on her face. "So what do you say? There's bass and crappie in there."

"When?" Denis asked, knowing two old guys and a youngster sounded like the makings of a bad '70s porno.

"Say we swing by your mother's place at six; it will take about half an hour to get to the lake from there."

"Alright," Denis agreed, playing nice for his mother's sake. He had promised that he would give them a chance last night after she had ridden him hard. "But I didn't bring any gear with me."

"Don't you worry about that; I got plenty of rods you can use. When you go fishing, do you use live bait or artificial?"

"Uncle Stan doesn't believe in artificial, so never used it," Denis stated, following after Coraline once she started walking again.

"Okay, and what do you use?"

"Minnows."

"Ah, we can pick some up before we put the boat into the water. Maybe I could teach you how to use a spinner bait, the bass tend to hit it more often here than they do with live bait," Teagan said, imparting his sagely fishing wisdom into his grandson.

"Alright, I guess I could try it," Denis muttered, placing his gym back into the trunk of Coraline's car while she did the same with his suitcase.

"You're going to love my place, I'm sure of it?!" Coraline stated, laying her hand lightly on her son's forearm. Watching how he tensed up a little bit. "It's okay to be nervous, Denis. I am too," she said, thinking that was the reason for it. When, in truth, it was due to the years he was under the care of very abusive people. "I promise you, you're going to enjoy your time here," Coraline spoke, smiling at him as she started her car.

******



"You live here?" Denis asked as he stared up at the towering building looming over him.

"I do," Coraline said, coming to stand beside him once he walked out of the parking garage that was adjacent to her condo complex. "Come on, I'll show you around," she uttered, placing her hand lightly on her son's back. It wasn't the first time she felt something odd about it when she touched his back. She knew he wasn't wearing anything beneath his shirt; she wondered just what it could be.

"Is there like a boxing gym close by?" Denis asked, following Coraline into the building.

"I don't know Denis, I normally use the gym here, but we can look it up if you want," Coraline spoke, while she might not like the sport given its brutality. However, if her son was interested in it, she would encourage it just so her son would feel welcomed in her home and life. Smiling at him when she hit the tenth-floor button, given her salary, she could afford the payments. "Oh! I had this made for you for when you're here, so you don't have to worry about getting locked out," she said, pulling out the key she had made for him. "This is so you know you'll always be welcomed in my home," Coraline said in a warm tone as she curled his fingers around it once she had placed it in the palm of his hand. Beckoning him to follow after as she stepped out of the cab and turned left, leading Denis to her home.

"Nice place," Denis stated once she had welcomed him into her home.

"Thanks, the view isn't too bad either," Coraline said, pointing out the large windows at the mountains in the distance. "Come, I'll show you where you'll be staying," she spoke, leading him off towards her guest bedroom. A room she hoped he would like to one day call his.

"So, do you like, live here alone?" Denis asked, looking around, getting a feel for the place.

"Now I do, my ex-husband and I used to share this place, but I won it in the divorce," Coraline said truthfully.

"Can I ask, what happened?" Trying to keep his eyes on her back and not her ass.

"He was stepping out on our marriage, so I gave him the boot."

"So, is there like someone you're seeing in case I need to make myself scarce," Denis spoke, wondering why that got a giggle out of her as she led him into the guest bedroom.

"No, even if I was, I would tell them my time with my son was more important than... well, you're old enough, no sense in pretending you're not," Coraline replied with a libidinous smile, "a quick fuck, and well, I got toys for that if I need that release."

"Ah." Coraline wondered why he wasn't fazed by that remark. Wondering if her boy has had sex yet and if so was any good at it. Watching how Denis placed his bags on the bed, noting how his muscles moved beneath his skin. Recounting the nights they had talked, how she would just lay on her bed staring up at the photos he had sent of himself. She especially lingered on the one of him in his boxing robe. She wasn't saying it was right; nonetheless, her mind would picture that he was naked beneath it, only waiting for her to open and view the splendor of her son's body.

"The guest bath is just across from you, so you can store your things in there; there's also towels beneath the sink as well as extra toilet paper. I'll leave you be so you can unpack. I'll look up a gym for you while you do, then we'll have lunch," Coraline said, looking back at him as she left the guest bedroom.

Denis pulled out his phone once again, snapping off pictures of his room and a view of the Great Smoky Mountains off in the distance. Sending them to the group text he and his family were a part of. Reading their replies as he went about storing his belongings in the drawers of the dresser and setting his gym bag down next to it. His thumb moved quickly along the keyboard as he walked into the bathroom that sat across from the guest bedroom, putting away his toiletries.

"Baby?" Coraline called to him as she stood at the end of the hallway as he left the bathroom. "I found one that's close to here; want to go see?" she asked, seeing how he pocketed his phone when he gazed at her. Feeling her cheeks heating as she turned, hearing her son following along. She had purposely worn tight clothes to show off her body to him. Hoping that he liked what he saw. Some... everyone would call what she's been feeling an obsession; nonetheless, she didn't care what they thought. Her baby was home, and she meant to make up for the years they had been apart. If that meant seducing her son, then so be it; if it meant bending over and touching her ankles so he could slide his cock into her hot pussy she would say: 'Whip it out and fuck the shit out of me!' Plus, she knew if he knew he could have what all sons have longed for to fuck their mothers, then she knew he would be visiting her more often. Not that she would use sex to lure him away from his adoptive family. No. She would never do that. That would be wrong of her, especially when they have raised her boy.

"See," leaning over Denis when he sat in front of her laptop that rested on her desk, allowing her breasts to brush and rest lightly on his right shoulder, "the Eppolito Boxing Gym isn't far from here; I'll show you how to get to it when we go and get your fishing licensed altered," Coraline said, smiling down at her son.

"I wonder how much they would charge me to use it for only a week and a half," Denis mused as he browsed the photos the gym had up on their Google page.

"Hold on, I'll call," reaching across him, making sure her swinging breasts were at his eye-level as she did and plucked the cordless phone from its base, "yes, hello?" Coraline spoke into the phone once she had dialed the number. "Yes, my son is visiting from out of town and will only be here for a week and a half, and I was wondering how much would it be during his stay to use your gym. I see, thank you," she said, hanging up the phone resting her hand on Denis' shoulder feeling the muscle beneath her touch as she returned the phone back to its base. "How about we have lunch?" Coraline uttered in a warm tone.

******



They had stopped by Eppolito Boxing Gym on the way to BassPro Shop that her father had told her to go to to get Denis' license altered for the state of Tennessee before heading to her parent's place in Oliver Springs, TN. She had to pay for a temporary membership that would only last a month, yet the thirty bucks had been worth it as she noted how her son looked around the gym. Wondering if it had everything he used at the one he visited in Philadelphia. She noted how he was paying extra attention to the two sparring in the ring when she filled out the paperwork and paid the fee. Coraline noted how his muscles twitched like he wanted to be in that ring at that moment. Then she heard him mutter: 'You're dropping your guard too much.' Coraline wondered if that was because he was a featherweight champion or was that from his years of experience as a boxer or both. When they were in BassPro Shop, she noted how quiet Denis was compared to when they were at Eppolito.

Coraline began to think back, noting how quiet he was when they entered her condo and in the airport. Wondering what could have caused this in her son during his life growing up in foster care. Pondering if it was the reason Denis wouldn't talk about the years before his adoption. She made a mental note to herself to keep an eye on him when they showed up at her parents' house.
"Denis?"

"Yeah."

"I know they might come on strong when we get there, but they only mean well and are very excited to meet you," Coraline spoke as she drove toward her parents' place. Seeing him nod that he understood as Denis stared out the window at the scenery whizzing by. "Denis, can I ask you something without upsetting you?"

"Sure," Denis answered, peering over at her.

"Is something wrong with your back? Did you get into an accident when you were little?" Coraline asked in a caring tone. What she had felt didn't feel normal.

"I don't want to talk about it," Denis uttered in a dark tone, returning to gaze out the window.

"Sweetheart, you know you can talk to me. Haven't I established that I'm not going to judge you?" Coraline spoke in a motherly tone as she reached across the console. A little shocked when Denis moved his arm out of her reach.

"I don't want to talk about it, alright, just drop it," Denis said bitterly.

"Okay, Denis, I didn't mean to make you upset. I was just concerned, is all," Coraline said, pondering just what had happened to her son to make him like this.

"Sorry, I just don't like talking about it," Denis replied in a distant tone.

"I can understand that," Coraline nodded, trying not to tear up. "I don't like talking about what your father did to me either, but you and I have spoken about it. Yet, do I not get the same courtesy?"

Denis glanced over to his birth mother, "I don't think you could handle it if I told you."

"Try me, Denis, you know you can talk to me. Share everything with me, and I'll never judge you," Coraline said, willing her son to open up to her.

"It's not about judging; it's about accepting what can never be changed," Denis said cryptically.

Coraline was fighting back her tears as they crossed into Oliver Springs. Her mind raced with questions. Wondering what could have been so traumatizing that her son refused to talk to her about it. That he would rather keep it in the dark than bring it out into the light so she could help him heal from it. Shifting in her seat, her grip tightened on her steering wheel. Knowing that this just meant one thing -- she had to catch him in an undressed state. She knew that was the only way he was going to talk to her about it.

"They're very nice people; you don't have to be nervous," Coraline uttered when she looked over at him as she cut her car off. Seeing something playing across her son's eyes. Wishing he would just let her in. To confine in her whatever was troubling him, she was his mother; after all, that was why she put him up for adoption in the first place along with the other reasons she had; because she knew at the age of fifteen, she wouldn't be able to give her son the care and love he would need. "Just take your time to get to know them; I promise you; they won't hurt you. They aren't one of the Bad ones," Coraline uttered, seeing how intensely he was staring at her when she used that reference of his. Her heart was breaking how stern his face looked when Denis simply nodded.

Denis blew out a breath in his mind when he walked around Coraline's car. Glancing over to her when she placed her arm on his shoulders when she got up to his side. Noting how the man he took as Teagan pulled the woman that stood to the left of him into him as they stood on their deck. Teagen had salt and pepper hair and had a slightly portly body, not that he would judge anyone on their appearance. The woman he took as his biological grandmother was a little heavy set with brown hair like his birth mother; however, unlike his birth mother, her eyes were brown, while Teagan had the same colored eyes as she did.

"Mom, Dad, I'd like for you to meet my son, your grandson, Denis. Denis, this is my father Teagen, and my mother Arely, your grandparents," Coraline said in a warm tone smiling at him when he stood two inches shorter than she did. Something else she couldn't understand when the man who raped her was over six feet tall. Noting how her mother hid her trembling lips behind her hand yet couldn't stop her eyes from tearing up.

"Hello, Denis, we're so very pleased to meet you," Teagan said, holding out his hand to him with a warm, grandfatherly smile on his lips. It wasn't lost on him how Denis looked at his hand before shaking it. "That's a good firm grip you got there," he nodded in approval before Denis shook his wife's hand. Wondering why it appeared to him that Denis was so guarded around them.

"Thank you, my father taught me," Denis said, wondering if his father's ears were burning at that moment.

"And we hope that they are safe back home; I know they probably are missing you right now," Arely said in a loving voice. "Shall we go in; I have a very nice dinner just waiting for us. I hope you like sweet potatoes," she uttered in a grandmotherly voice.

"You mean yams?" Denis asked, confused. His Nana and mother only ever called them that.

"Mmmhmm," Arely nodded.

"I do, especially Nana's."

"Oh? And how did she get you to eat yams?" Arely asked in a light tone as she led Denis and her daughter with Teagan bringing up the rear into their home.

"Fed a starving boy," Denis said factually.

"Was this when you met the McCarty's?" Arely asked, referencing the Thanksgiving they had found him eating out of their trash.

"Yes, ma'am," Denis answered politely.

"Well, I hope you like them with marshmallows," Arely said, smiling at her grandson from over her shoulder. "Coraline, come help me in the kitchen and let the boys get their male bonding in," she teased, smirking when her husband rolled his eyes at her.

"I want to show you something, Denis; I think you might like it," Teagan said, noting how his daughter nodded to Denis as if she knew something that they didn't.

"Okay," Denis spoke, turning his attention to him. Following after the man as he led him across their house.

"This is my man cave, as my wife likes to call it," Teagan said, welcoming Denis into it. Noting how his eyes ran around the room to the fish he had mounted, to the two bucks he had on the other wall. Moreover, it was what sat in the display case he knew would peg Denis' attention.

"Are those...?" Denis asked in awe as he pointed at the pair of Golden Gloves sitting behind the glass.

"They are," Teagan answered with a nod. "My father, your great-grandfather, won them when he was in the Navy. Coraline told me you're a boxer." Watching how Denis vehemently nodded his head. "I've never boxed before, but my father taught me to love the sport. I heard you're a featherweight champ."

"I am," Denis said with pride.

"Also heard you had a title fight not too long ago."

"Yeah, but it wasn't a long one," Denis sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh, how come?" Teagan asked, offering Denis a seat in the other brown leather, rocking recliner that sat before the fifty-five inch hanging flat screen he uses to watch boxing matches and all his other sports games on.

"Knocked him out halfway through round one," Denis said factually as he took his seat.

"Really?!" Denis noted how excited the man was when he nodded.

"Was it just a knockout or a TKO?" Teagan asked, eager to hear all about his grandson's match.

"TKO."

"Hot damn, wish I could have seen that match," Teagan said, slapping his hand on the armrest of his chair. "So, what was it, a jab, a hook...?"

"Uppercut," Denis supplied.

"I bet your adoptive family was cheering loudly for you," Teagan said with a warm smile.

"They were," Denis said, keeping his dislike of the way they referred to his family like he didn't belong with them hidden from his face.

"So, have you thought about going for the Golden Gloves?" Teagan asked, wondering if he would like to watch the boxing match that's on Friday night.

"I don't know," ruffling his hair, "don't think I can qualify for that now that I have a title under my belt," Denis admitted. Looking towards the doorway when he heard someone approaching.

"Dad, Denis, dinner is ready; come eat," Coraline said, wondering why her son looked tense.

"Was dinner okay? You barely said anything during it unless asked something," Coraline stated once the doors of her car closed as they readied to return to her condo.

"It was fine," Denis spoke in a monotone voice, Noticing how the setting sun painted the sky in a deepening maroon color. Looking down when Coraline placed her hand over his.

"Denis, talk to me, tell me what's wrong? I want our time together to be filled with happiness and a lot of fond memories; I don't want you to think ill of this place, me, or your grandparents."

"Then stop calling my family, my adopted family; it's disrespectful; they are my family. Blood doesn't make us family; it's in here that it does!" Denis said heatedly, his fist striking his chest in a thump over his heart.

"Oh, yes, yes, I can see how that would upset you," Coraline mused, holding her chin between her thumb and index finger as she bowed her head.

Denis looked down when her right thumb began to lightly brush along the back of his hand. Wondering why she hadn't removed it yet.

"Denis, I'm sorry, I didn't know that was upsetting you. We didn't mean it in a derogatory light, just to distinguish between the two of us. You can understand that, can't you?" Coraline asked, peering over at her son as the waning sunlight bathed her face, causing it to make her soft green eyes to sparkle. "From now on, we'll refer to them as your family. Will that be alright with you?" she uttered in an apologetic voice. She would just have to take his nod as an answer. "Now, how about we stop for some ice cream on the way home?" Coraline spoke in a chipper voice, trying to lighten her son's mood.

"Is it good ice cream?" Denis asked, taking his seriousness for the cold treat from his mother. It could only be the best, anything else was just a waste, or that's what his mother told him when he was twelve, and he finally got the nerve to ask her about it when she was taking her time in savoring it.

"It's the best ice cream in Knoxville," Coraline stated with a warm, flirtatious smile.

******



"So Denis, how is it?" Coraline asked when they were halfway through their cones. She had her favorite dark chocolate coffee while Denis was enjoying his cookie-n-cream waffle cone. Wondering how his tongue would feel as she watched it moving along the cold, melting treat.

"Okay, this is good," Denis admitted. He had already texted a picture of it to their group chat. Telling his family, namely his mother and sister, that this had to be the second-best ice cream he's ever had. The first being when his father would pull out their ice cream maker. He was the only one brave enough to try his father's concoctions. Normally they were pretty tasty, even if they left a weird aftertaste. Still, it was his thinking that his father did such so the both of them could enjoy it together. Feeling his body responding at the picture that his mother and sister sent back of them pouting. Then another of his mother plumping out her lip when he told her what kind his birth mother was having. Dark chocolate and coffee were her favorite flavors. His mother just never had it in one ice cream flavor. When he asked to try Coraline's, she would only do so if she could taste his. He hid the look he had from her when his birth mother had this odd look on her face when her eyes never left his as she ran her tongue along his ice cream. He was thinking of spoons, not that. He was equally weirded out when she held hers out with this rather bashful demeanor. Her eyes glanced at him as he took a lick. It was a strange flavor he's had both types when his mother would share a bowl with him. So he knew she would love it. Biting the inside of his cheek when his mother made it feel like the end of the world when he told her how good it was.

"I never lie about ice cream," Coraline uttered, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. She had paid extra attention to the area where her son's tongue had touched. Wondering if he would lick her pretty little kitty like he had done to her ice cream if it was covered in whip cream. "So, Denis, I know there was a little friction on your first day, and I'm sorry about that. It was unintentional. Yet, today has been good, hasn't it?" she asked with hope in her voice.

"I'll give you that," Denis agreed, knowing it was nowhere near the worst day of his life had been like.

"Listen, I know Dad is picking you up in the morning. I really hope the two of you can get along. I don't know why you're so guarded; maybe you have a reason to be; I hope it isn't because you don't like your grandparents..."

"Don't know them well enough for that," Denis said before munching on his waffle cone.

"Can you at least tell me why you are?"

"I have my reasons for not trusting strangers," Denis said after a few minutes to think of a response to her question.

"Will..." Her voice died in her throat when Denis shook his head.

"Like I've told you, I don't like talking about it. I don't know you well enough to get into that," Denis said plainly.

"Denis, how can we form a relationship if you're constantly keeping me at arm's length?" Coraline asked, trying to break through that shell of his.

"Listen..." Inhaling the last of his cone in three bites, "I get what you're trying to do, yet the way I have lived has taught me the only one that's going to protect me is me. It took years for me to trust my family enough to open up to them. You can't ask me to just reveal my dark history to you when I've only talked to you over the phone for two months," Denis said, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

"Then why did you come here?"

"To see if your words match your actions," Denis stated factually.

"If they don't?"

"Then you won't hear from me again," Denis said in an absolute manner of voice, seeing how that shocked her to her core.

"You would really cut ties with me?!" Coraline gasped in horror.

"In a heartbeat," Denis nodded.

"But why?" Coraline asked; her need to understand was clear as day.

"Because I've been around enough two-faced liars to know when I'm being played."

Coraline's hand covered her mouth as her eyes quivered. Pondering what had happened to her son that caused him to be so distrustful of everyone around him, even the woman that gave birth to him. What had happened to her son that would cause him to have that hard-edged look that was staring at her? This only steeled her resolve to show her son she could be just like what the McCarty's were to him.

"Listen, I'm sorry if that upsets you, I am. You seem like a nice person, but so have a lot of other people I've had the unfortunate fate to know," Denis said, softening his tone when he noted how her eyes were glistening with tears.

"But you're giving me this chance to prove to you I am what I say I am?" Coraline asked for clarification, to which Denis simply nodded.

"My Nana says I should at least give you the benefit of the doubt," Denis said offhandedly.

"Then I'm going to prove to you that your Nana is wise," Coraline stated in a firm tone. She might not understand why he was so distrustful of strangers; nevertheless, that wasn't going to stop her from winning her son's trust. "Shall we head home?" she asked once she had finished off her own ice cream cone.

"Denis?" Her voice filled the cab of the elevator as they rode it up to her condo.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing, you'll tell me when you're ready," Coraline said, shaking her head.

Denis was taken aback when she just hugged him out of nowhere. The moment her breasts pressed into him; flashes of his mother appeared in his mind. Recounting how they would press into him whenever she was on top of him as she leaned forward. Helen liked to kiss a lot whenever they were together. Not that he was complaining, he kind of missed feeling his mother's lips at that moment. His eyes shot wide when he felt himself getting hard. He could not let his birth mother feel that. He knew that would only freak her out, more so if she thought she was the one that caused it or the cause of why he was getting hard in the first place with the moans and mewing of his mother's sensuous voice playing out in his head.

"I'm going to work hard so you can trust me." Denis heard her whisper into his shoulder. Trying not to peer down at her orbs that were so close to his mouth he could taste them. "Come before the elevator takes us for another ride," Coraline spoke, taking hold of Denis' left hand and leading him towards her home. "Now, you go take a shower; Dad likes to be on time, so you shouldn't stay up too late," she said in a caring voice as she lightly rubbed her hands along his shoulders.

******



Coraline walked groggily out of her bedroom somewhere past midnight. What awoke her was some very odd noises coming from the other side of her condo. However, her fog of sleep quickly was banished when her son's voice filled the air. Her heart raced in fright at what he was saying. Her feet propelled her towards the guest bedroom when Denis uttered: 'Stop, stop, please stop! I'll be good, I swear!' Rushing into the bedroom without caring, she was only in a t-shirt with no bra or panties on. Flipping on the lamp beside the bed, a horror-filled gasp escaped her lips as her hands flew to her mouth as her eyes just couldn't look away at the numerous scars that marred his chest as her son thrashed about in his sleep. "What the hell happened to you?" Coraline asked aloud, trying not to tear up at the sight of what was done to her son. "Denis, Denis," she whispered softly as she laid a hand on his left shoulder. Jumping back when Denis instantly bolted up, his chest heaving from the nightmare he was having. "Oh, God!" Another horrific gasp emanated from her lips when the light of the lamp played along his back, showing her all the scars that dominated his skin to the point where she couldn't even see one inch of his back bare from those wicked signs of his torment.

Watching how Denis pulled up his knees and wrapped his arms around his legs while pressing his head against them. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Denis spoke, his voice muffled by his legs.

"Baby, tell me, what happened?" Coraline asked, sinking down onto the bed and lightly touching his elbow. "Tell me why is it that your chest and back are so scarred when I can't even see an inch of skin that doesn't have something marring it," she said, praying that he would open up to her.

"Because for ten years, all I ever was, was a thing to them. Not worthy enough to be called a human being," Denis said, his muscles trembling as that ever-constant fear held sway over his body. "I was nothing more than a whipping post and a paycheck to them."

Coraline's hands flew to her mouth. That was not what the woman from the agency had told her when they talked about putting him up for adoption. Berating herself for ever trusting the system to see to the needs of her son. Wrapping him in a hug the best that she could in his position. Feeling her breasts pressing into his hands as she did. Knowing now what he had meant when he said those words to her when they had stopped for ice cream and why he was guarded around her parents. "Oh, my sweet, sweet boy," Coraline whispered into Denis' hair before placing a kiss on top of his head. "I'm so, so sorry you had to go through that. I should have never listened to those people. I should..." Sighing, knowing wishing for something wasn't going to change the past. It wasn't going to take the scars away; it wasn't going to take the fear away. Nothing could do that.

"When you get back from the lake, we'll sit down, and you can tell me every single thing that's happened to you. I don't care how gory it is. I want to know everything," Coraline said, running her hands down his back, showing him that his scars didn't scare her. That no matter how horrific his life was, she wasn't going anywhere! Not anymore! She wasn't about to let her son go ever again.
"What are you doing?" Denis asked, eyeing Coraline when she lifted the covers on the other side of the bed.

"I'm not leaving you like this," Coraline uttered as her brown hair dangled down the sides of her face. Feeling the cool air of the A/C flowing over her uncovered mound as she stood there bent over. Trying not to get aroused as those green eyes of his stared at her, knowing it wasn't the time for that. Yet, she did hope he was peering down her shirt. "I know you don't trust me, and I can see why you would have trouble with that. But I swear I won't do anything. I'm just going to be here to give you comfort and nothing more so you don't have whatever it was that was happening in your sleep," she spoke in a warm tone as her bare thigh slid along the sheet as she climbed in beside him. Wondering if he caught the flash of her light brown fuzz on her mons Venus when her shirt rode up. "You just go back to bed, sweetheart," Coraline uttered in a motherly tone. "I'm not going to leave you," she spoke in a light tone as she rested her hand on his shoulder.

******



The next day...

Denis was sitting in the middle of the boat while Teagan's friend stood at the bow while his grandfather manned the stern. His mind was lost on the drift of his memories of that morning. Remembering how close his face was to Coraline's when the alarm went off at five-thirty that morning. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but the way the lights of the city played along her sleeping face and how her lips moved in her sleep was rather cute. Then he felt something when she brushed her thigh along his in her sleep. He knew then she didn't have any underwear on. Making a silent but quick dash to the guest bathroom to take care of the tent in his boxers. When he had returned to his room to get dressed, Coraline was gone from his bed. Shifting in his seat so as not to let on that, he was getting hard at that moment.

"Shit! That's a huge one!" Teagan's friend exclaimed as the striped bass leapt from the water once Denis had set the hook.

"Let him wear itself out, Denis," Teagan said in a teacherly voice, "so it doesn't snap the line."

Denis had to admit it was bigger than any of the other bass he had ever caught before. Once he had gotten it out of the water, his grandfather snapped a photo of it with Denis' phone as Denis held it up. Knowing this would be his third bass for the morning. He had caught two small mouths, one ten minutes out once they had launched the boat and another an hour ago. That included the five large crappies that were sitting in the livewell at the moment. Denis also knew he could only catch three more before he reached his quota for the day. He had noticed how the two of them had switched over to using live bait instead of their lures. Given how his nine catches so far have been because he was using his uncle's favorite bait -- minnows.

"I'm going to have to up my game, can't let my grandson show me up," Teagan said in a joking manner, placing the bass into the livewell with the others once he had made sure it was of legal size.

"Hot dang, got one!" Teagan's friend exclaimed as his first catch of the morning jumped out of the water. Denis tried not to laugh when it was only a pound and below the legal limit for a large mouth. Noting how the man looked forlornly as he released the fish back into the water after unhooking it.

Denis was baiting his hook only to look up when his grandfather was working his rod. He knew he had a fish on it, given how the tip of his rod was bending.

"You know Denis, I think you're our good luck charm," Teagan said as he pulled the five-pound large mouth out of the water.

"Huh?" Denis muttered in confusion.

"This is the most we have caught out of this lake since Phil, and I have been coming here. I thought given the amount of people who troll these waters, this place was played out," Teagan said with a broad smile on his lips, very happy that his catch was legal. Taunting his friend with it before adding it to the livewell. "Glad to be proven wrong."

Denis watched as his line headed towards the reeds landing just an inch from it. He knew there was a crappie hiding in there; he could just feel it. Giving his rod a few bobs to get the minnow swimming. His hand quickly tightened on the handle of his borrowed rod as something hit his bait with force.

"Your boy is showing up us old-timers."

"Ain't that the truth," Teagan chuckled. "My lord, that's the biggest crappie I've ever seen!" he exclaimed in shock as Denis pulled the fish out of the water.

"I bet it will top the record," Phil agreed, seeing Teagan taking the fish from Denis after taking a photo of Denis' catch for him.

Whistling when he weighed it when it came in just over 4.5 pounds. It was definitely the largest he's ever seen. "How about we put this one back so it can spawn more huge monsters?!" Teagan said, peering back at his grandson, who nodded in understanding.

Two hours had passed since Denis' last catch. Feeling the boat slowing as Phil pulled the boat next to the dock to let Teagan out to fetch his truck. Hearing the motor going as Phil raised the outboard motor so the propeller wouldn't get damaged as Teagan pulled the boat out of the water.

"Let's get those fish flayed and get 'em packed in ice," Teagan said once he had parked his truck near the boat house that offered the service. Not that he couldn't do it, and he suspected Denis could as well, yet he didn't feel like handling fish guts that late in the morning.

"You can have them if you want," Denis said, climbing down off the boat as Phil handed their catch to his grandfather.

"You sure? These are your fish."

"I'm sure," Denis nodded. He doubted he could eat it all in a week.

"What do you say, an even split between you and me?" Teagan asked, looking up at his long-time friend.

"Sounds good to me," Phil replied with a nod.

"This shouldn't take too long, Denis," Teagan stated as he and his grandson carried the cooler towards the boat house.

Denis was standing off to the side, listening to the two of them making small talk with the woman processing their catch. A warm smile filled his face when his uncle cursed at the size of the crappie he had caught. Then texting his family in response to their questions if he had fun. Which Denis had to admit he did. He then told his parents about the 'night terror,' as they called it last night.

Bringing his phone up to his ear when his mother called him immediately, "Hey, Mom," Denis answered, seeing Teagan turning his gaze towards him.

"Baby, are you okay?" Denis was very touched by the concern in his mother's voice.

"Mmmhmm, it just happens, you know?" Denis said, feeling his cheeks heat as he toed the concrete he was standing on.

"Oh, baby, you know I'd do anything to make them stop."

"I know; it's why you're a good mom."

"I wish I could hold you right now, it's only been a day, and I hate it!"

"I miss you too, Mom," Denis said, already feeling better at the sound of Helen's voice. "How's Dad doing?"

"Oh, you know your father, wheeling around the house, trying to keep my mood up. That reminds me, we got a call from Havenwood."

"You did?" Denis asked; he was sure he wouldn't be hearing from them after two months.

"Mmmhmm." Denis heard her excitement in that hum.

"What did they say?"

"They're willing to give you a full sports scholarship if you sign onto the Men's boxing team! Isn't that great, baby!"

"Really?!" Denis uttered in disbelief.

"I know, I know, you thought they didn't want you. Well, sweetheart, they were only waiting to see if you could hold onto your city title. After the last match, you had they're so eager to have you on the team!"

"But if I sign up, what happens to my title?" Denis asked; he wasn't willing to give up what he worked hard to win.

"The Coach that called me said they wouldn't interfere with your matches you have defending it. You just might have to fight twice in a day if the teams and your personal matches are on the same day. Can you handle that?"

"I think so," Denis said, uncertain as he rubbed the back of his head. Glancing over when he heard Phil loading the cooler up with ice as Teagan placed the fish in it. "Okay, Mom, I have to go," he said, seeing Teagan handing over a few dollar bills.

"Okay, baby, I love you; I can't wait for you to come home."

"I love you too, Mom; I'll call you soon." His heart raced when his mother texted him a picture of her pussy as she sat at her desk in her office. It wasn't hard for him to see how wet it was. Fighting himself from reaching down and adjusting himself when he read his mother's text: See how much it misses you! It only gets this wet for you and your father. Come home soon! He wondered why she didn't include Will in that too. He knew she'd been with him after their first threesome. There have been two others after it, only when they had the house to themselves. He didn't know why his mother wanted to do that only then; moreover, he wasn't about to question it. Typing quickly back, "Not Will?" Following after, Teagan and Phil as they headed back to Teagan's truck.

"Nah-uh. Will's cock is nice and all, but I love yours more. Will only wants to fuck me because he was jealous of his little brother. Yet you baby, you did something out of love for us, and baby, that means more to me than a big cock. So, baby, how about you give your mother a nice, hard treat, hmm?"

"Okay, when I get back to Coraline's condo," Denis sent back as he climbed into the back of the truck.

"I'll be waiting." Denis couldn't pull his eyes away as his mother sent him another picture, only this time it was of the tops of her 38D breasts.

"So, Denis, where did you learn to fish like that?" Phil asked as they headed back to the city of Knoxville.

"From my Uncle Stan," Denis said truthfully.

"Do you two spend a lot of time together??" Teagan asked, trying to build that rapport with his grandson. Remembering how distant he was with them at dinner last night. He had asked Phil to come along because he deals with children as a psychiatrist to get a handle on what Denis had been through. Not to judge him, just to know more about his grandchild.

"As much as I can," Denis answered.

"Denis, don't take this the wrong way. Is your adoptive family important to you?" Phil asked in that clinical voice of his.

"Very. They're the best people I know," Denis stated in a proud tone.

"What of your biological family?"

"Don't know them, so how can I answer that," Denis retorted. "Why are you asking?"

Phil glanced at his friend when he heard the defensive tone Denis was taking. "I'm just curious as to why you were so silent on the boat, is all."

"Uh-huh, you sound like a shrink," Denis mumbled.

"Guilty," Phil chuckled. "Still, it feels like you don't trust people."

"I don't."

"Can I ask why?"

"You can ask, doesn't mean I'm going to answer," Denis said in a cold tone of voice.

"Have you ever thought about seeing someone about it?" Phil asked, arching an eyebrow at Denis' dismissive snort. "Denis, I'm only asking because your grandparents and mother are worried about you."

"Uh-huh." Was Denis' only reply. "Having me aborted would've been a more humane thing than what my life has been like," Denis said, leaving the both of them stunned as the rear passenger door of Teagan's truck closed once Denis had exited the vehicle.

"I'm sorry, Teagan," Phil said, softly laying a hand on his friend's shoulder when Teagan pressed his forehead against the steering wheel as Denis walked towards the entrance of Coraline's condo. "Without really delving into Denis' past, I can't tell you why or what caused this standoffishness in him."

"Do you ever think he'll ever let us in?" Teagan asked, watching his grandson disappearing into the building.

"I can't say for sure; all I can say is only time will tell."

******



"Damn it all to hell!" Denis heard his birth mother curse as he walked into her condo. Smelling something burning in the air.

"Something wrong?" Denis asked, noting how Coraline stared angrily down at what appeared to him as burnt chicken breasts.

"It's just I wanted to have lunch ready for you when you got back, and I've ruined it!" Coraline exclaimed in disappointment as the baking sheet thumped loudly on the top of the stove.

"You know sandwiches are fine with me, right?"

"You sure?" Coraline asked, knowing she had to step up her mommy game as Denis nodded.

"I might have eaten some questionable things in my life, but I don't think that would be editable," Denis joked as he pointed at the blackened chicken breasts.

"Hush you!" Coraline said, feeling a smile touching her lips. "So, how was fishing?"

"You didn't tell me your father's friend was a shrink." Seeing Coraline still in the open door of the refrigerator.

"Sorry, Denis, I hope Phil didn't ambush you," Coraline said, praying that her son wasn't angry because of it.

"Not the first shrink I've met," Denis said offhandedly. "I'm going to go wash up," he stated, knowing he had something he had to send to his mother.

"Okay, Denis, don't take too long," Coraline said, pulling out the lunch meats she had bought the day before Denis's arrival. Walking down the hallway towards the guest bath when it was taking longer than she thought it would for him to wash his hands. "Denis...?" Coraline just stood there frozen in her tracks as her eyes couldn't look away as she stood there gazing at her son's hard cock. Her mind was so focused on the sight she didn't see the phone in his hand that Denis quickly put away. "Sorry!" she quickly stated before slamming the door shut.

Pressing her hand against her heart as she leaned against the counter of her kitchen. Biting her lip as her mind delved into fantasies of what she would do to it. Not realizing that she was rubbing her clit against the corner of the counter as her mind just wouldn't let go of the sight.

"I'm sorry, Denis, I didn't mean to intrude on you like that. I should have knocked first," Coraline apologized, very red-faced when he rejoined her in the kitchen.

"It's okay, I should have locked the door, but I couldn't find it," Denis said bashfully, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's the little tab on the bottom of the handle you pull it out to lock the doors. Something I should have told you about; I'm sorry I dropped the ball on that. I was just so happy to have you here that it slipped my mind," Coraline said, feeling how throbbing her clit was.

"Ah, kind of weird for a lock," Denis said, walking over to the cabinet and getting a glass from it.

"Denis, you know there's tea in there; you're more than welcome to have some," Coraline offered, knowing how he's only had water since his arrival. "I didn't get any soda or pop as you know it," smiling at him when he had a confused look on his face, "since I didn't know what you like to drink."

"Oh, anything that says it's zero calories is fine; this is sweet tea, right?" Denis asked, pointing at the jug.

"Mmmhmm," Coraline hummed as she nodded. "Denis, can I ask why you only drink, say Coke zero?"

"Have to watch my weight," Denis uttered matter-of-factly.

"Ah, you have to stay in your weight class," Coraline mused as Denis nodded as he poured himself a class. "Now, I got roast beef, ham, turkey, chicken, swiss, pepper jack, there's mayo in the fridge if you want it, help yourself," she said, gesturing to the cold cuts.

"So, how did the fishing go? Did you get any bites?" Coraline asked once they sat down to enjoy their lunch.

"Caught the most," Denis said, not to brag, just stating the facts.

"Really?! What did you catch?" Coraline inquired as she watched her son chew on his bite.

"Bass, two small mouths, this one your Dad said was a striped bass, a lot of crappie, and this really, really big one. Biggest I've ever seen," Denis said, pulling out his phone and opening up his gallery.

"Holy! That thing is huge?!" Coraline exclaimed as her chip fell from her fingers back onto her plate when Denis showed her the picture.

"Yeah, Uncle Stan said pretty much the same thing, just not so reserved," Denis chuckled. He could hear his father's and uncle's lips just smacking at the thought of eating that fish, given how his father loves crappie.

"Did you at least have fun while you were out on the lake?" Smiling at her son when Denis nodded. "Good, I'm glad that you did," Coraline said in a motherly voice. The two chatted away as they enjoyed their meal. Before long, their plates were empty and their bellies full. "Now, I'll set these in the sink, you go sit on the couch, and you can tell me everything," she stated, getting up from her seat, taking his plate, and placing it on top of hers.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Denis, I'm very sure. I want to know what those people did to my boy," Coraline spoke in a stern voice.

"It's not going to be pretty," Denis warned.

"Honey, I saw your scars; I knew it wouldn't be," Coraline said with a firm nod. "I'm not running away; I want to know everything that's happened to you."

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Denis uttered, getting up from his seat.

Her eyes never left her son as she gave the plates a quick rinse and set them aside. Pondering on how she was going to approach him. Also, wondering if she did would it harm her son more than what he's already endured.

"Okay, start from the beginning," Coraline spoke, pulling her legs beneath her as she sat down beside him and leaned against her hand while her elbow pressed down onto the back of the couch.

For three hours, Denis detailed every horrific act done to him by the people the State had placed him with. Coraline was sobbing at what they had done to her son. When he was finished after telling her why he was digging through the McCarty's trash, her arms shot out. Pressing Denis face-first into her bosom. Stroking the back of his head as she held her son against her. Silently thanking the McCarty family for saving her boy from that fate. Pressing him tighter against her when he started to pull away, she wasn't ready to let him go just yet. She did notice the tent in his pants when she released her hold on him. Elation flooded her mind at the fact she had caused it. Praying that there would be hope that when she did make her move, it wouldn't backfire and cause her son any more pain. Biting her lip when she noticed how he readjusted himself when he thought she couldn't see as he walked to the guest bedroom

"I'm going to go to that gym; I'll be back in a bit," Denis said, reemerging from his room with his gym bag in his hand.

"I'll take you," Coraline said, eager to spend time with him.

"You don't have to, you know."

"I know, but I want to," Coraline stated in a firm nod. Grabbing her keys, her purse, and followed her son out the door.

All through the drive to Eppolito, Coraline wondered how much of a workout her magic wand would get once they got back after Denis' workout. She could already feel the heat forming between her legs as she followed after her son into the gym. Seeing him nodding when she told him where she would be waiting for him before he headed off to the locker room to change.

"Denis, what are you doing?" Coraline asked in a quizzical light once he had changed and set his gym bag down on the seat beside her.

"Taping my hands," Denis answered in a monotone voice.

"But why?"

"Helps prevent injuries and improves punches," Denis said as he wrapped his right hand. Tearing the tape with his teeth before doing his left hand.

"Really? Does it help?" Coraline asked, eager to be a part of every aspect of her son's life.

"It does. Punched the bag once without it on, thought I nearly broke my wrist when I hit the bag wrong," Denis said, remembering how his father had walked into the garage and saw how he was holding his wrist. That was the day his father taught him how to wrap his hands on his own, so he could be out there whenever he needed it.
Coraline watched how Denis stood in front of the selection of jump ropes that were hanging on pegs along the wall. She was rather confused. She had no idea why Denis would be looking at them, that was until she asked him.

"Helps with footwork and muscle memory," Denis said, taking the leather jump rope off the peg.

"Oh?! I got to see this!" Cora said, ignoring the looks she was getting from the men in the gym. Her sole focus was on her son and nothing else as she sat there with his bag on her lap, watching her son swing the rope to his right then left before getting into his rhythm. She sat there in awe as Denis did not miss the beat for a whole ten minutes. Noticing how his chest rose and fell, a light sheen glimmered along his brow as he returned the rope back to where he found it. Her eyes never left him as his hands moved rapidly as he worked the speed bag, noting how he would bob and weave his head every so often. She also noted how her son was garnering attention from the trainers that worked at the gym. However, it seemed to her Denis didn't even notice. Jumping a little in her seat when Denis' final punch sent the speed bag thumping against the platform. Watching how he rolled his shoulders as he walked towards where one of the weighted bags hung. She was in awe as she watched how Denis danced around the bag and how hard he had hit it. She did worry that he would hurt himself with how hard those strikes sounded. Nevertheless, she knew he knew what he was doing and what his limits were.

"You there!" Coraline turned her head and noted how the man in the ring leaned against the ropes and pointed at her son.

"Me?" She heard Denis' reply as he looked at the man.

"Yep, you kid, come get in the ring," the man said, waving for Denis to join him.

"They aren't too tight, are they?" Coraline asked after tying Denis' boxing gloves as they stood beside the ring. Seeing how her son shook his head. "Give them no quarter," she said with a wink as she inserted his mouth guard. Loving how that smirk of his graced his face when she said that. Resting her hands on his gym bag as Denis bounded up the stairs. Noting how his shirt clung to his chest from the sweat he had earned from his workout. Watching how he ducked beneath the rope when the man held it open for her son.

"You ever fight in the ring?" the man asked to ensure Denis had the experience to go against his pupil that he was grooming to try out for the amateur league.

"I do," Denis said from around his mouth guard as the man fixed the head gear to his chin.

"Good, this is just some light sparring. No need to go all out. You're the only featherweight in this gym at the moment; I hope you don't mind giving my protégé a good workout."

"Sure," Denis nodded once he heard the snap of the latch clicking.

Denis could tell by the way the boy, about his age, was smug when he hit his gloves before the match started. Denis' feet danced along the canvas, dodging and weaving the boy's jabs. Only to land one of his own against the boy's unprotected side. Denis had fought many fighters like the one before him. Allowing their cockiness to cloud their sight and make mistakes in the ring. Batting off the left hook, waving with his right glove, noting how the boy let his anger get to him. He had learned long ago from his father to not let it fuel him. That in doing so would only lead him into mistakes, mistakes that he might regret later in life. Denis didn't think the boy liked the fact he landed two quick jabs to his forehead, causing his opponent to stumble backward. Seeing how it was only a light sparring match, he didn't want to hurt his opponent if he was about to fight someone. So he landed his blows where there was extra padding to absorb the force of his punches.

"Denis, are you alright?" Coraline asked, staring up at him when Denis leaned in the corner, resting his arms on the ropes.

"Mmmhmm," Denis nodded, watching how the boy's trainer ensured that his pupil wasn't too phased by his blows.

"Do you always fight like this in your title matches?" Coraline asked, noting how the man in the ring looked back at them.

"No, this is just sparring," Denis said the best he could with his mouthpiece. "So I'm going easy; I know what it's like having a mock match before the big fight."

"You said nothing about a title," the man intoned.

"You asked if I've fought before, which I answered truthfully, not if I won a belt or not," Denis retorted. He could tell the man wasn't too pleased with that answer. It wasn't his fault the man didn't specify his question. "We can stop if you like." Seeing his opponent shaking his head, wondering if he thought he could tighten up his stance while sparring with him.

Noting how his opponent came forward but more reserved this time. Denis only threw a punch when he noted an opening in the boy's guard. It seemed to him his opponent was wising up.

"Hey, kid, just where did you get your title?" the man asked, leaning against the ropes as he watched how the woman with him was unlacing his right glove.

"Philadelphia," Denis replied once he popped his mouth guard out.

"I appreciate you teaching my pupil. He finally got it through his head that force isn't always going to win a match. You're welcome to come by anytime; if you move here, look me up, I wouldn't mind having a champ as a pupil," he said, smiling down at Denis. "You two have a good day," the man said, lightly patting the top rope as Denis nodded.

"You ready?" Coraline asked once Denis had returned from the locker room after working out for another thirty minutes after his sparring match.

"Yeah," Denis responded as he wiped his brow with the hand towel he normally kept in his bag. He didn't shower at his gym, given that would require showing off his body. So he had changed in the most out-of-the-way corner of the locker room that rarely saw anyone to keep his scars from being seen.

"Good, come, let's go home, and get you a nice hot shower," Coraline said, placing a hand on her son's lower back. Wondering if she could talk him into joining her in her morning yoga. She had looked it up while he was changing. What she had read was that it would be good for him and his boxing. She wanted her son to succeed in it even if she didn't like the sport. Coraline didn't know there was so much more to it than what she had seen. She knew it would be perfect for him.

******



Denis was walking through Coraline's condo after having a very relaxing shower, in which he relieved his needs picturing his mother and Shawna in that very shower with him. The way they would always moan when he fondled their breasts. The little squeal Shawna would produce when he used the tip of his tongue to tease his sister's inverted nipples. The feel of his mother's ass as it bounced when he was behind her. Reaching down, adjusting himself as he looked for her to ask where he was to put the dirty towels at. Then a curious buzzing caught his attention, which grew louder as he neared his birth mother's bedroom.

Denis had no idea what the device was as Coraline held it against her sex, yet the light played along her pussy; it wasn't hard for him to see how stimulating the thing was to her. So lost in her lust as she played with herself, unaware that he was standing in her doorway. His eyes went wide as she moaned out his name.

"Oh, Denis, taste me, taste your mother's pussy?" Coraline moaned out; she knew he was watching; she wanted him to watch. It was the reason why she was doing this now instead of when Denis went to bed, on the off chance he would stumble into her room. "Come, give me that hard dick of yours; you know you want to slide it in," she uttered in a breathless groan. "I'm cumming for you, Denis!" Coraline wailed in a sinful tone, squeezing her thighs together, keeping the wand pressed against her clit as her body spasmed in her climax. Praying that her son enjoyed watching her in the throes of bliss. Hoping that soon he would be willing to cross that line with her, also hoping he liked how her pussy looked with her legs pressed together. Licking the head of the wand with a sinful smile on her lips after her son had made a hasty retreat from her room. Her eyes flickered down to the floor, noting the towel he had dropped. Using it to wipe her mound dry, knowing her wand would be getting another workout later that night.

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The next day...

"Hey," Coraline cooed as she knocked on the door of the guest bedroom, standing in her tight, white yoga shorts and top, knowing the color of her areolas and the pinkness of her pussy would show through them. Hence why she only wore them at her house, not when she visited her yoga class.

"Hello," Denis greeted, relaxing on the bed after running four miles on the treadmill in the gym on the first floor. Trying not to notice that he could totally see her nipples.

"I was thinking, I know this will sound weird, so just hear me out, okay," Coraline stated; she has noted the air of tension growing between them after what he walked into yesterday. She, on the other hand, played innocent.

"Okay," Denis said, drawing out the word.

"I was thinking I could teach you some yoga moves," Coraline spoke, placing her hands behind her back, knowing how it would accentuate her breasts.

"What?!" Denis muttered; clearly, he had heard her wrong.

"I know, it's not something you would think you would try. But from what I have found on the web, yoga would be a good compliment to your boxing regimen. It helps with your balance," going into the warrior III pose to show off how stable she was on one foot, "your breathing," exhaling as she released her breath as she returned to her standing position, "your strength," Coraline said, patting her flat stomach, which you could see her developing abs. "Also flexibility," she spoke as she brought her left leg up to her chest, knowing it would give him a peek at her pussy. "And lastly, mindfulness. These are the things you already know you need in the ring." Seeing Denis nodding to the truth, she had spoken. "Yoga will help to keep you limber and reduce the injuries you might sustain in training or in the ring," Coraline said in a teacherly voice, making a mental note on that she noted how his eyes flickered up to her face from her lower half.

"You serious about this?" Denis asked, sitting up.

"Mmmhmm," Coraline nodded. "I might not like you boxing, but you enjoy it, and after yesterday, I know you're good. I thought maybe I could help you, so you'll be unstoppable in the ring," she said, mimicking his boxing stance and throwing some weak punches. Smiling broadly when she heard her son's chuckle.

"Okay, I suppose it couldn't hurt to try it," Denis answered after a few moments of thought.

"Excellent!" Coraline said happily, clapping her hands together and bouncing on her feet, causing her 36D breasts to jiggle in her top. "Come, come," she spoke, waving her hand for Denis to follow.

"Where are we going? Shouldn't I like change or something?" Denis asked, looking down at his jeans. Knowing his gym clothes were in the wash at the moment. He only brought one pair, seeing how he didn't know if there would be a boxing gym close to her place. Stopping when Coraline turned back to him, catching the flash of her pink areola when she did.

"Yes, yes, those won't do; you best take them off; they'll restrict your movements," Coraline said, glancing up to Denis' face after peering at his pants.

"But..."

"We'll be in the living room; no one will see us. Plus, I've seen your scars, Denis, you don't have to hide them from me, and you'll be in your boxers, so you shouldn't be too embarrassed. Look at me; I'm practically naked here," Coraline said, gesturing to her body. "Unless you're worried about something?" she asked with a seductive smile. The spark of her hunger flared in her eyes as her son marched into the guest bedroom. Knowing this would give her a reason to ease down her yoga shorts and slide her son's rod into her cunt. Putting a little sway to her ass as she led Denis out into the living room where she had placed the yoga mats.

"Now, you stand right there and just watch how I do it. These are beginner poses, so these won't be too hard on you or your muscles; it'll help to stretch out your muscles after a hard day of training," Coraline directed, positioning her son exactly where she wanted him. Especially when she did the poses that would put her pussy on display for him. "It will help to keep you from getting sore the day after. Now you just watch me, and afterward, I'll have you do it. Then we'll do each pose together, okay?" she said with a warm smile on her face.

"Now, this pose is called downward facing dog."

Denis just couldn't look away as the fabric of her yoga shorts stretched across Coraline's ass, becoming transparent, giving him a very clear view of what his birth mother's pussy looked like. Thinking of anything and everything to keep himself from getting hard. However, the thought wouldn't leave his mind if her pussy tasted anything like his mother's or sisters'.

"And this is the downward-facing dog split," Coraline instructed, her big toe brushing along Denis' chest. While she couldn't see his face, yet she could see the slit of his boxers, wondering when that cock of his was going to make an appearance. She knew in the yoga shorts she was wearing in the position she was in; it was see-through. She wondered if that was why he was so quiet; was he staring at her pussy? She wished she knew the answer to that question.

"Now, let's see if you can do it; oh, you might want to lose the shirt; otherwise, it will just get in your face," Coraline said, stepping off her mat and gesturing for him to take her spot. "It's okay, Denis, no one is going to see them," she uttered affectionately, rubbing his back. "You're not going to scare me; I've already seen them." Taking his shirt from him and tossing it onto the couch. "Now, get into the downward-facing dog position. No, no," stepping up beside her son, "you must keep your back straight," she instructed, pressing lightly down on where he was curving his back. "Here, you need to make your core as tight as you can when you hold your breath; it will help you in the ring; if your breathing is relaxed, your mind and body are relaxed." Feeling him following her cues, feeling his intensity to improve his boxing skills.

Squatting down behind him, spreading her legs, knowing his eyes would be at the perfect level to leer at it. "Skosh your feet just a tad more apart; that's perfect!" Coraline exclaimed, allowing her breasts to brush along Denis' ass as she rose. "You know what, Denis?" she cooed into his ear as she straightened out his Warrior II pose.

"What?"

"Have you ever heard of naked yoga?" Coraline asked, pressing her breasts into her son's back; she knew he could feel how hard her nipples were. Feeling his muscles tensing up, "No, no, yoga is about relaxing and centering yourself, try again," she directed, knowing she had him on edge. Her hair cascaded down her back when she pulled her top off. "Don't they feel good rubbing into your back, Denis?" Coraline purred in a husky voice. "I know you watched me yesterday; I know you heard what I said," she whispered, sliding her hand along his waist. "I know you have trust issues; I get that. I had them for a very long time as well. You know I've been upfront with you about everything. So you know when I say I want you, Denis. That it isn't some scheme, that I just want to be with you," nuzzling her nose against his neck as a rumbling moan emanated from her throat as her hand wrapped around his cock, "yes, I've been wanting this ever since I walked in on you," Coraline fibbed, she didn't want him to know she's been obsessing over him ever since they've begun to talk, to connect as mother and son. "Did you like what you saw last night? Did you stroke this cock to me?" Her breath was hot in her son's ear as her son grew, which didn't take a lot of effort given how Denis was already at half-mast.

"Do you want your mother's lips wrapped around this hard cock?" Coraline asked, feeling the fabric of her yoga shorts becoming translucent as her dew began to gather its brethren. "Denis, you've had sex before, yes?"

"Yeah," Denis answered, knowing that this was no different than what his mother and sister have been doing. Yet, unlike with them, he didn't have a close tie with Coraline other than they shared blood. What did she gain from getting him to sleep with her? "What are you playing at Coraline?" he asked in a distant tone as he peered over his shoulder.

"Nothing Denis, I'm not trying to get you to sleep with me to pull you away from your family; I'd never do that to you or them. They were the ones that saved my baby; I could never, ever do that to them," Coraline said in a loving tone as her left hand caressed his right cheek while her right still worked his cock not enough to get him off just enough to keep her son hard. "All I want is to be closer to you, to hold you, to feel you," she said breathlessly, pressing her body tighter against his. "I might have lost eighteen years with you, but we're here now..." Her eyes widened as she felt Denis' fingers dancing along her covered mound. Moving her body over slightly so it wouldn't put too much strain on his wrist. "I know I have a long way to go to win your trust. I get that; I really do. Who could blame you for having those issues when you've been hurt so much by people that were meant to take care of you," Coraline whispered, her fingertips softly trailed along her son's lips, down his chin, his neck along his Adam's apple and down his chest.

"See? These scars don't scare me; no, all I see is my son. The man he's grown into..." Whimpering when the pad of Denis' middle finger rolled along her clit. "Oh, Denis," she moaned lightly, only wishing there wasn't a cloth barrier between them so those fingers could slip into her hot pussy. "You make me so wet!" Burying her face into his shoulder as her squeak turned into a primal groan of lust as she came and hard to the point of where her juices were tethering her to her son as his fingers pulled away.

"Denis, come with me," Coraline uttered in a soft tone as she ran her hand down his left arm and locked her fingers around his. Pulling her eyes away from his cock that protruded out from the slit of his boxers, as daunting as that task was, she wasn't about to trip or knock anything over in her trek to lead her son to her bedroom. Yelping in surprise when Denis pulled her into him when they were halfway into her room. Her back pressed against his chest, his cock sandwiched between her ass cheeks. Unlike the fear she constantly felt after her rape, she didn't feel that with her son. Denis may look like the man that violated her and planted his seed within her womb. However, Denis was nothing like that man. "Denis." His name escaped her lips in a whisper, her back arched, her right breast jiggled as his left hand captured her left. "Please, Denis," Coraline begged for release as his right hand slipped into her yoga shorts. Softly biting her lip, losing herself as Denis' fingers played along her labia. "Yes, baby, touch the place where you came from, where you'll be returning soon to," she panted, her right hand caressing his right cheek as she pressed her own into his left.

Moaning loudly as Denis slipped his middle finger into her hot, wet canal. Rolling her hips, grinding on his finger while simultaneously stroking his cock with her ass cheeks when she squeezed them together. Her son should feel good as well while he was teasing her horny body, or that's what she thought, at least. Surrendering her body to her son as she mewed in delight. Loving how her breast felt in his hand, the way her folds wrapped around the now two fingers probing her channel while his lips lightly nibbled along her neck.
"Denis," Coraline panted, feeling how wet his fingers were getting as they teased her little peach ever-so masterfully. "Who taught you how to do this?" Whimpering in bliss as Denis tugged on her left nipple while he rubbed the heel of his hand against her clitoris.

"Not telling." How she just melted into a puddle of goo at how sinful, how masculine his voice sounded in her ear.

"Oh, God, Denis, you're going to make me cum...!" Coraline howled, her thighs quaked, her knees felt like rubber as her hot cream flooded her canal. Hearing her juices dripping to the floor of her bedroom, given how soaked her yoga shorts were, it just passed through it without hindrance. "Just give me a moment to catch my breath," she panted, her chest heaving as Denis helped her to sit on the edge of her bed. Her eyes cut to the right as she watched Denis pushing his boxers down to her bedroom floor. "Come here, baby, let your mother take care of that hard cock for you," Coraline purred, licking her upper lip as she noted the bead of precum that seeped out from his core. Feeling his hand taking over for hers to hold back her hair as she sank down her son's length. Her soft green eyes peered up at him as his cock glided along her tongue. A euphoric light played along the surface of her eyes, loving how her son's rod tasted. She knew she was a damn good cock sucker. After she had overcome what had happened to her, she got around, not in a slutty fashion, just well enough to be very good at it.

"Fuck! I don't know who's is better, hers or Mom's!" Denis moaned in his mind as her tongue did things to his cock that only his mother ever did. As much as he liked being with Shawna and loved having her sucking him off, the two of them were night and day when it came to blow jobs. He wasn't saying she wasn't good, just different from their mother and apparently his birth mother. His eyes flickered down, seeing the little smirk in Coraline's eyes when she fondled his scrotum. The look in her eyes when she undoubtedly felt how his balls tighten, silently telling him that it was okay, to just let it out, and out it came, in a jetting stream of hot white ooze. Feeling her tongue moving as his seed filled her mouth, rolling it and her tongue along the head of his rod before drinking it down. Her eyes sparkled in mischief as she rolled her tongue around his mushroom top, causing his hand to shoot out, catching on her shoulder as his legs threatened to buckle when she sucked lightly but firmly on the crown of his rod.

"How was that baby? I bet you've been backed up since you've been here?" Coraline uttered with a sinful smile on her lips once his cock left it. "Well, you don't have to worry anymore, from now on, whenever you come to visit, you can fuck me, have me on my knees sucking you off; nothing is off the table for you," she said in a loving tone. "I told you, Denis, this isn't about luring you away from your family. I want us to be closer, and if giving myself to you helps with that, I'm willing to have my son fucking me to sweet bliss." Rising from her seated position, "Now you just recoup on the bed, while I go dry my pussy, I want it nice and dry so you can get it wet again; because I can't wait to sit on your face, Denis," Coraline cooed, leaning in, surprised played along her eyes as Denis kissed her with a skill that mirrored how he touched her body. She had no idea who had been teaching her son, yet she was grateful to them. It had been years since she's been kissed like that.

At that moment in time, somewhere in Philadelphia, Shawna's and Helen's ears were burning like mad.

As Denis lay there, his fingers drummed along his chest as he heard his birth mother doing something within her bathroom. What that was, he couldn't say. He had to admit at least to himself what she had said was true. He had been backed up ever since coming to Knoxville. He just didn't think it would've turned out like this. He wasn't as nervous as he was when he first had sex with his mother. After all, he had crossed the line to keep the woman that saved his life happy and to keep her from doing something he knew she would regret after the deed was done. However, with Coraline, seeing how they've only known each other for two months, he didn't feel that fear, that nervousness he had felt when he had come home that day. The day his mother took his virginity. If he thought back on it, his mother or Shawna would have been the only people he would have done that with, given how his life has been. He's never had a girlfriend until that moment. That would require trusting people, and that just wasn't something he could do.

"You ready, baby?" Coraline asked as she appeared in the doorway of her bathroom. Her hands falling away from the door frame as she stepped into her bedroom. Seeing how Denis' eyes ran up and down her body. She wanted her son to look, wanted him to see what she was willingly giving to him. Not as some ploy, trick, or plot he might have encountered in his troubled life. No. Just a mother giving her son something most precious. A bond that will never be broken. Noting how his eyes followed the sway of her breasts as her hands and left knee pressed down on the bed. Her eyes were on his as her lips lightly kissed along his scars, showing him no matter what had been done to her son, she loved him regardless of the horror that had been inflicted upon him. "Yes, Denis, touch me, feel every part of me," Coraline whispered as she leaned in, gently plucking at his lips when his right hand fondled her right breast.

Breathing deeply when Denis reignited that fire in her when he wasted no time in curling his tongue within her mouth. Lowering herself, pressing her body against his, allowing what had separated them in the past to reconnect them as their hands explored each other's bodies. Feeling Denis rolling her onto her back, her left hand reached up, her fingers wrapping around the metal bar that made up her headboard, while her right pressed on his shoulder, urging him lower as Denis kissed down her chest. Gooseflesh raced along her skin at the feel of how Denis' lips felt as they gently tugged and sucked on her right breast.

"Denis, don't let the other one..." Gasping, her back arching, her mind sending her back to the day before she had given him up. Feeling that bolt of electricity coursing down her spine as his lips captured her left orb. Her right hand pressed her son harder into her breast as his tongue swirled along her areola before he sucked upon her nipple. Knowing it was the exact same sensation she had felt on the day she foolishly handed over her child to people who obviously didn't care about his well-being.

Feeling his hands running up her thighs as Denis continued his trek towards her forbidden jungle. Her nails scraped along his scalp. Her hips bucked when those same lips teased her aching clitoris.

"Yes, baby, that's it, taste mama's pussy to your heart's content. It will always be open to you," Coraline moaned as Denis rolled his tongue along her little stem of her peach. "Oh, God, fuck Denis, yes, right there!" she howled, feeling that tongue of his just making her pussy wetter and wetter by the second. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, yes!" Coraline screamed out as she came. "Make that pussy yours Denis?!" she groaned as the euphoria of her climax burned through her veins.

"You sure you want to cross this line?" Denis asked, knowing it wasn't too late to turn back as he leaned over Coraline as she panted. They stared at one another as his hands pressed down on the mattress, feeling her arms brush along the underside of his left. Coraline's eyes were always on his as her hand reached down and took hold of his cock.

"I'm more than sure that I want this, Denis," Coraline stated in a firm tone as she guided her son towards her paradise. When she had suggested that Denis fly in to meet her and her parents, she had stopped using her dildos. All so she could be extra tight for when or if this moment occurred. "It's okay, I want this, Denis," she uttered in a loving tone as her left hand caressed his right cheek. She never broke eye contact with her son as she slid his cock into her eager pussy. A little yelp escaped her lips as Denis thrusted the rest of his length into her canal. "That's it, baby, fuck me, fuck your mother," Coraline spoke in a voice full of need and want. Feeling her folds shaping to her son's cock as it glided through her pussy. Her fingertips danced down his spine before coming to a rest on the small of his back. Her back arched, her legs wrapped around Denis' waist as he suckled once again on her breasts.

"Yes, baby, oh, God, yes!" Coraline uttered in bliss. Ever since she had first made contact with her son, she searched for a way to connect with him. That was when she stumbled onto a site, a very hidden site, that you needed a membership to join before you could even see what was on the main page of it. You had to answer a lot of personal questions, had to pay a hundred dollars upfront for the screenname they assigned you once they checked the info you provided. An extra two to get the password just to get into the site itself. Once you had jumped through all those hoops and bought your way in, you were given free rein to do as you pleased on the site. Coraline had to admit she was disgusted by most of what was on that sight. She almost demanded a refund right there when she saw that there were actual real videos of women being raped on it. She had to run to the bathroom before she ruined her laptop as her stomach churned. When she had returned, she kept her hand over that part of the screen as she browsed the other tabs. Then her eyes went wide when the word 'Incest' appeared on her screen; when she moved her cursor over the word, a list as long as the screen dropped down. If the rape videos were real, would the videos of families breaking that taboo act be real as well? She had contacted the site manager to inquire about it. Which she was told every video was one hundred percent authentic.

Then she had found the forum section of the site and a chatroom dedicated to mothers and sons only. Coraline met a very nice woman from Texas who was in the same boat as she and her then adult son reconnected. Only to feel the sexual tension between them as they spent time getting to know one another. It was through her help and guidance that she fueled her obsession to become a mother-lover to her son, as her friend called it. So she followed her friend's advice and now. Feeling her son's cock gliding through her wet pussy. It was the most glorious of things she could have ever imagined!

"Yes, Denis, fuck me, fuck me like that!" Coraline urged as her son took hold of her legs and spread them open. Watching those muscles of his flexing as his hips sent his cock into the depths of her heat. She noted how his eyes watched how her breasts swayed with every thrust. "Denis!" she moaned loudly as her pussy clamped down on her son's rod as she orgasmed. Her thighs squeezed her son; her eyes held a sultry light to them as Denis rubbed her clit while he allowed her to enjoy her climax. Beckoning her son to her, their lips smacked as she tasted herself upon them. "I want to ride you, baby. Don't worry about cumming inside of me; I have an implant," Coraline said, her eyes studying the man that's brought her to the edge and over of one orgasm after another.

"We taste good together," Coraline purred after cleaning his cock of her cream. "What do you think, Denis? Do you feel like doing this for the rest of your stay?" she asked, holding his cock against her sex as her labia glided along it, coating it once again in her dew.

Denis ran his eyes up and down his birth mother's body, wondering what Shawna and his mother would say about this if they ever found out. While he couldn't deny fucking her had been awesome, he knew if they found out -- namely his mother -- it would cause a huge blowup.

"This stays between us, right?" Denis asked in all seriousness.

"Of course, baby, what we do here is just between you and me. There's no need to tell anyone about this; this will be just a mother and son bonding with one another. So that whenever you come home to me, you can always be sure this pussy of mine," rising up, making her son watch as her paradise opened welcoming the return of his root back to her Garden of Eden, "will always take care of this cock of yours," Coraline groaned up to the ceiling as she slid down to the base of his branch.

"That's it, Denis play with my tits," Coraline cooed when Denis reached up and tweaked her nipples. She wondered if she could get him to tell her just who taught him how to fuck so well. Then again, shaking the thought from her mind. She doubted he would tell her that, at least for now, maybe soon he would. She could only hope. Coraline was getting a good rhythm to her glide before the shrill ring of the telephone broke her concentration. She could almost feel another orgasm coming on if it weren't for that phone. "Sorry, Denis," Coraline uttered softly as she placed her hand over his mouth, "it will only be for a short bit; I don't want anyone knowing I'm fucking you while I talk to whomever it is," she said with a sinful smile and a wink as he nodded.

Reaching over and grabbing the cordless phone off the nightstand, feeling his cock sliding out of her cunt as she did. Looking at the screen on it briefly as she returned her son's cock to her pussy.

"Hello?" Coraline answered, keeping her rhythm slow so the sound of her sex wouldn't fill the air, yet enough to keep her at that edge.

"Hello, honey, why do you sound like you're out of breath?" A devious thought flared through her mind wondering how her mother would take the news that she was fucking Denis while talking to her.

"Hey, Mom," smiling devilishly down as Denis when his eyes shot up towards her when her folds squeezed his cock tightly when she said that, "I'm teaching Denis yoga."

"Yoga?! What for?"

"Oh, just something I read on the web that it would benefit him in his boxing regimen," Coraline said, her eyes shot down. Denis gave a little thrust of his hips, biting her lip to keep her moan from escaping. "Bad boy," she mouthed. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny how hot and wet this was making her.

"Oh? That so?!"

"Mmmhmm," Coraline hummed as her thighs trembled, wondering if her son was trying to make her cum while talking to her mother as he rubbed her clit along with thrusting his hips. "Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck your mother while she's talking to her own mother," she moaned into her mind as Denis found that slow yet arousing rhythm to keep her at that point without her losing control of her voice. It was almost like he's had experienced doing this sort of thing before, Feeling his right hand running lightly along her thigh, up her hip and waist, arching her back pressing her hips into his. Rubbing her clitoris along his as that shock, that bolt shot down her spine. It felt to her that somehow, in that short amount of time, she had him for. That his very essence was imprinted on her body when his hand danced along her cord. "Not too hard," Coraline mouthed when her hard nipple rested between his middle and ring finger.

"Well, I'm happy to know the two of you getting along so well."

"Me too, Mom. So... can I call you back, say thirty or forty minutes?" Coraline said she couldn't hold back for much longer. She wanted to be loud. She wanted to ride the shit out of her son and howl at the moon while doing it!

"Your father wanted to invite Denis over tonight, and we can grill out; you and I can chat while Teagan and Denis watch the boxing match. Yet, we understand if he doesn't. I don't know what happened to him; however, something traumatic has happened to him for Denis to be so guarded around everyone... it's troubling. So if he doesn't feel comfortable in coming, we can understand." Coraline held out her phone, so he could hear her mother, given that headset didn't have a speaker function.

"When's the match?" Coraline could see Denis' interest.

"Eight tonight," Arely in a matter-of-fact manner. She could see something was brewing behind her son's eyes.

"Who's fighting?" Coraline asked, seeing Denis's eyes focusing sharply on her.

"Lawrence Buckley vs. Tanner Berg, Teagan said it was for the heavyweight title." Nodding when Denis pointed at her cell phone. Unlocking her phone with her face for him, a little saddened when he removed his left hand from her womanhood. Noting how he was looking through her calendar, then opening up her memo app and writing asking to give him until five that evening to decide. "Yes, yes, of course, of course. I do hope he comes." Coraline looked to her clock, then back to Denis, knowing that would give her plenty of time to milk his cock for a second time before he had to make the call.

"I do too, Mom. Well, we're going to get back to our practice, so he knows these moves before he goes home." Tossing the phone aside after saying their goodbyes, noticing how Denis blindly put her phone on the nightstand when the hungry lioness stalked its prey, loving the feel of her breasts brushing up his chest. An impious purr rumbled deep in her chest as her lip glided along his chin before her velvety lips captured his. Feeling his grip tightening on her ass when her folds squeezed his cock as she rocked her hips forward. Watching his eyes roll back into his skull as she sucked him back in on her downward thrust. "You ready for your punishment, you naughty boy?"

"Oh, fuck," Denis moaned.

"That's what I like to hear," Coraline's eyes lit up in victory as her lips took her prize. Her eyes grew wide in shock and glee, for she knew what was about to come. She has been waiting for this moment. Her eyes fluttered; her smile grew to a satisfied grin as her son took hold of her ass as he anchored down as his piston hammered into her housing. So very glad they had sound poof walls to adjoining neighbors as her headboard thumbed in a rhythmic beat. "Yeah, you love your punishment, don't you?" Coraline asked in a sultry tone as she felt his outburst whining down, matching his pace with her recouped strength, her right index finger ran down the center of Denis' chest. As she rose once again to retake her throne. A throne, she might add, was about to get the filling she wanted.

******



Denis was standing in the guest bedroom a little past four-thirty. Watching the screen of the phone as he got dressed after he got a quick rise of his lower half while his birth mother enjoyed her shower. He knew his father was at work at the hospital. He just hoped his father saw in time. A smile graced his lips when his wait wasn't long.

"Hello, Denis, how's my boy?"

"Hey, Dad, how's work? Listen, I know you're at the hospital, but I was wondering if you could take your lunch at eight tonight?" Denis sent back.

"Why? What's on at eight tonight?"

"Lawrence Buckley vs. Tanner Berg title match!"

"Right, right, totally forgot about that since I couldn't get the night off."

"Well, Teagan, I told you about him; he invited me over to watch it tonight since I know you have to work, though you could watch some of it with us," Denis said, wondering what was happening on the other end of his message.

"Love to, Denis, but only if it's okay with your other grandparents. It is their house, and you are down there to get to know them."

"Yes, Dad, I know, I am giving them a chance. I've made it three days so far, though I would've been out here in two," Denis replied, wondering if that got a chuckle out of his father.

"So, the big question, father to son, how do you and your birth mother get along?"

"Torn."
"Why?"

"I know you know I love Mom, that l love the both of you, yet I can't explain it. If I had to define it," Denis mused for a moment, "a part of me knows her in some cheap sci-fi/fantasy kind of way. If that makes any sense to anyone?!" Imagining his father bent over the side of his wheelchair like he normally when he cut loose with his father. This was something only his family that has ever made him feel safe enough to relax. Plus, he loved seeing his father laugh.

"I think I can understand where you're coming from, son. I can't pretend to know what you are going through right now. But she is good to you since you've been there, hasn't she?"

"Yeah," Denis admitted, sinking down onto the bed he was using during his stay. "But how is Mom going to take it when... you know if that point comes with Coraline and me when I start to use that term for her if I start that is."

"Oh, your mother is going to hate it. Not going to lie about that, but you already knew that." Denis nodded that he did. "However, I know your mother, as long as it's good for you, that it brings some peace to you, then she'll be happy that you're happy."

"Okay, so you think I should at least see where it goes?" Denis typed out, chewing on his lip.

"Personally, no, I'm like your mother; I want you home. Although, if I did that, I would be a selfish parent when I know you need this. If, for some odd reason, that something happens between now and when you come home, if you wish to continue this reconnection with your birth mother, then you know your mother and I will stand beside you. To help you through with this. So don't let your fear of hurting us hinder you. Only if it feels right to you, son, only then, you decide what you want to do."

"Thanks, Dad, miss you, tell Mom, well, I think you can take a guess."

"I think I can." Hearing his father's chuckle in his head. "I have to go if I want to make it to eight."

"Can't wait, it's going to be awesome?! Love you, Dad, see you soon." Denis rose as his heartfelt light; it always happened when he spoke to his father when he sought his wisdom.

"Hello, baby," a warm, sensuous smile formed on her lips when Denis neared the kitchen, "I take it, the talk with your Dad went well?" Coraline asked, sensing a change about her son, feeling the distance between them had lessened.

"Alright I'll go, but on one condition," Denis said, stopping within reaching distance.

"Oh?" Coraline mused, perking up at the news. "What is this condition?"

"That I can video call my father for the first thirty minutes of the fight. We wanted to watch that fight, but he had to pull a rotation, and it slipped my mind that tonight was the match because of it. So if they're okay with that, tell them that's okay. We can be there at seven for whatever... within reason," Denis stated, seeing an array of emotions playing out in his birth mother's eyes as those words left his lips.

"Let's check; you're sure about this?" Coraline asked, not wishing to push her son into it.

"As long as they're okay with it, I'm not unreasonable, you know," Denis grumbled.

"So cute," Coraline giggled in her mind. "Let me call," she said; while her face may be placid, she was screaming out in joy that her son opened the door just a tiny bit. "Mom?" Her voice trailed off as her bedroom door closed behind her.

"What is it, honey? What did Denis decide?"

"He'll come over as long as he can video call George, his adoptive father, for the first thirty minutes of it. I think Denis was going to do it, but it slipped his mind on the date of the fight when he came down here, or that's what I took from it when he told me," Coraline said, there was no hiding the joy in her voice.

"Of course, that will be fine with us; I'm sure Teagan wouldn't have a problem with that either when he gets in from the feed store."

"Okay, we'll be there at seven," Coraline said excitedly.

"Oh, then I'll start getting our dinner ready. You drive safe; I love you."

"Love you too, Mom," Coraline stated before shutting off her phone. Stripping off her shirt, knowing her son needed a little reward for this. Unhooking her bra and opening up the top left drawer of her dresser. A smile graced her face when she pulled out her favorite push-up bra. She stood before her closet, her hand resting on the door handle, her eyes moving along the blouses she wore to the office. Wondering which one would look good in her bra and with her jeans.

Coraline smirked seductively at her son when she walked back out into the kitchen. While her breasts were on display, which was true given her display of her bra, however, once they left, the modest mother would reappear. Displaying her body to him as she got them both glasses, bending over slightly as she stood in the light of the refrigerator, showing off her lack of panty lines. Holding out a glass of ice tea for him, running her hand down Denis' right arm. "Now, before we leave, why don't you come tell me when you trusted your family to open up to them," Coraline spoke as she ran her hand down Denis' right arm leading him towards the couch.

******



"Hello, Denis, how are you?" Arely asked in a polite tone, noting the change in his since the dinner Wednesday night.

"Hello, Arely, I bet the winters here are too bad here," Denis greeted, making small talk.

"Sometimes it is," Arely supplied, thinking of the time he lived on the streets. "Come, Tegan has something to show you," she said, holding her arm to him, noticing how her daughter lightly touched Denis' shoulder when they shared a knowing look. Wondering if her daughter learned the cause of Denis' distrust of strangers. "So Denis, how do you like Knoxville so far?" Arely asked, leading the both of them towards the back of the house.

"Hey, Denis," Teagan greeted with a smile as his wife, with Denis and his daughter stepped out onto the patio. "Glad you could make it; you ever seen one before?" Nodding towards the boxing dummy he bought and delivered while he was slow cooking the ribs they would be having along with the burgers and hot dogs. When Denis had asked about streaming his father in for the first half, he had to call Phil, who understood and would be there at eight-thirty. He would just have to DVR the first half of the fight for him. "I thought that you don't have to drive into the city to get a workout whenever you come and visit us. I know you need to stay in shape. Your mother told me the size of glove you wear, the guy at the sports shop said these would be good for practicing against it, also got you some hand wraps," Teagan said, knowing for right then that was enough gear, he'll get more if or when Denis returned to visit them.

"Denis, show me how you really box like you do in your matches," Coraline spoke, seeing her son turning his gaze at her. "You should have seen him sparring; it kind of seemed like he was dancing."

"Oh, I thought you didn't like boxing," Teagan teased.

"I don't, but Denis does, and I bet that boy didn't think he would be sparring with a champ, did he?" Coraline asked, shooting her son a taunting look. Walking along the patio table, feeling the metal surface pattern from its casting beneath her fingertips, taking the roll of tape from the table as she passed it. "Show me how your Dad showed you how to tape your hands," she directed, holding out the roll to him. Noting how her father was observing their exchange.

"You learned something, haven't you?" Arely whispered when she stepped up to her daughter's side.

"I have, but Denis feels he needs to keep that to himself. Trust me, if you knew, you'd be livid as I was and so broken at the same time," Coraline responded in that same low tone.

"I see," Arely muttered low, knowing it had to be bad, watching how Denis approached the dummy.

Coraline's eyes were hypnotized as she watched her son's muscles ripple when Denis's fist hit squarely on the right lumbar area of the dummy. Seeing how taut his muscles were as they cushioned the force of the blow. Noting the focus on her son's face before he quickly followed up with a jab. She was so taken aback by the force of his punch. Wondering what her son was imagining at the other end of his fist to get that kind of power from his one hundred and twenty-pound frame.

"You have a strong stance. I can see you making it to the world belt," Teagan said with pride, knowing his father would have said the same thing to Denis.

"Maybe," Denis mused before giving Teagan a nod.

******



"Dad, this is Teagan, Teagan, this is my father," Denis introduced the two of them when they were settling into Teagan's man cave. Their plates rested on the folding, wooden TV trays, loaded down with a half rack of ribs for all of them, two stuffed bacon cheddar cheeseburgers, and the beef franks with two bowls of chips BBQ and plain. Where Denis placed his phone into a standing tripod, so his father could have a stable platform after the two of them exchanged their greetings.

"So, George, what are you a doctor of?" Teagan asked once they all got settled in to watch the fight.

"Nephrologist, I focus on the kidneys," George said in a prideful tone. "That's my private practice, here, at the hospital I work in the CCU. So, what are you fine gentlemen dining on for this fight?" Denis reached over as he chewed on his bite of rib while holding it by the bone in his right hand. "Denis, you got ribs, and is that bacon inside of that burger?!"

"Oh, yeah, it's a good burger too, the ribs... don't tell Uncle Stan this, but these are better," Denis whispered low as if his uncle was two feet away.

"That good, huh?" George's tongue clicked against his teeth at his son's nod, knowing firsthand how good his brother's ribs were, given they won every cook-off the church held to fundraise. "Now I'm downright jealous."

"Thank you, Denis. I know Arely will enjoy knowing you liked her burgers. George?"

"Yes, Teagan?" George answered, getting his dinner; his wife made him ready as Denis sat him back down before the bowls of chips.

"It was your mother that got Denis to eat yams, correct?" Teagan asked, so very pleased that Denis enjoyed it.

"That she was, along with my wife."

"Well, my wife wanted me to pass on a message; thank you, Denis ate about a third of them the other night. So whatever you're feeding him, keep it up."

"Nothing but good wholesome Soul Food," George said in a proud fatherly voice. "Hold on, I'll tell them now. I guess that be them now," he uttered, chuckling as the tripod vibrated on the tray.

"Have to hand it to you, George, the way you coached Denis; I can see him on that screen," Teagan spoke in a praising tone as he pointed at the TV.

"Oh, Dad, you have to see this real quick," Denis blurted out when only two minutes before the fight was scheduled to start, seeing Teagan nodding his okay when he reached for the tripod. "Teagan said his father won those, so I guess that would make him my great-grandfather," he stated, leaving out the biological part so as not to be rude.

"Have to say this has to be... Nah," shaking it off, "have to say, Denis, you do got the skill and the heritage for it. Are you thinking of going that route after you get out of Havenwood?"

"Denis, what did he mean about Havenwood?" Teagan asked, sitting up in his seat; he followed the college team ever since he went to college there.

"You haven't told them yet, have you?" George asked when he heard the surprise in Teagan's voice.

"No, but if I talk about it, Coraline might..."

"I might what?" Coraline asked, innocently walking into the room with refills for the two of them. "Hello, George," she greeted in a friendly wave, "it's nice to finally be able to see the face of the man I have spoken to. Please, give your wife, and accept my undying gratitude for what you have done for my son. It's my hope that we can co-exist, maybe become friends, because I know you mean a lot to Denis." Nodding when George gave her a look that asked if she knew or not.

"We're the lucky ones, Denis has shown all of us... you know," George trailed off, knowing when Denis wanted to talk about it freely, only then he would do so. Although, he doubted that would ever happen with his son.

"So, Denis, what is it that has my father clearly bouncing in his seat?" Coraline asked, teasing her father. Watching how Denis carefully set his tray aside and stood up.

"Coraline, you see, the coach for the boxing team at Havenwood came to the rematch I had with the former champ, he then offered me to workout with the team," leaving out that it was the female team, seeing the understanding growing in her eyes, "well, they offered me a full sports scholarship if I play for them. So I said yes."

"Really?!" Coraline gasped in surprise. She knew what Havenwood was given her father's obsession with his college sports teams. On the other hand, she went to the University of Memphis when she went to college, and they didn't have a boxing team, much to her father's disappointment. So he followed his old one back in Philadelphia religiously.

"Yes!" Teagan exclaimed, shouting with mirth that he could cheer on his grandson, seeing how the school live-streams all the away games or matches.

"I'm so proud of you," Coraline uttered, rubbing Denis' back as she hugged him.

"If you ever have a match against TSU, you have to let us know; I would love to see you fight in person," Teagan said as the bell for the first round rang out.

"We'll talk about this more when your fight isn't on, George; it was nice to see you, tell Helen I said hello, and that I can't believe she lets a handsome doctor out of her sight," Coraline teased in a friendly manner, getting a smile out of George. "I hope you boys enjoy your match," she said before departing the room.

******



"Damn, my lunch is over," George grumbled when he felt his pager going off when the fight was halfway through the fifth round and still no knockout. "Teagan, thank you for inviting me into your home, Denis; you better tell me who landed the winning punch."             

"You're welcome, George; you'll have to keep me apprised of Denis' fights."

"Okay, Dad, be safe going home, and tell Mom..."

"Way ahead of you, son, now you go enjoy the rest of it. I'll talk to you soon." Denis smiled as he pocketed his phone.

"Have Arely make you a bowl of banana pudding," Teagan said in a grandfatherly voice when Denis gathered up his plate. Pleased that he enjoyed his dinner given the state of his rib bones. "It's good," he said as Phil came in to get caught up on the fight so far.

"Hello, Denis, how did your Dad enjoy the fight?" Coraline asked, sitting at her mother's kitchen table with her mother and Phil's wife as Denis walked in carrying his plate.

"Loved it. But he got paged, so he had to leave," Denis said, tossing the rib bones into the trash and setting his plate in the sink.

"I'm glad the two of you got to enjoy it," Coraline replied with a warm smile. "Denis, I like you to meet Carley, Phil's wife, Carley; this is my son, Denis; he came down from Philadelphia where he lives with his family, to meet us during his Spring Break."

"Hello," Denis greeted with a nod.

"Hello, Denis, it's nice to meet you; your grandmother and mother have talked a lot about you. I also hear congratulations are in order."

"Thanks."

"Is there something I can get you, honey?" Coraline asked, never taking her eyes off of him.

"Teagan said something about a banana pudding, whatever that is," Denis said, coming to stand at the end of the island, fiddling with his glass.

"We didn't know what it was either when we moved down here," Coraline said, getting up from her seat, seeing how her mother smiled at her as she did. "What it is, is a layered dessert with vanilla wafers, a layer of vanilla pudding with a layer of fresh cut bananas on top and so on, till you put a layer of whip cream on very top." Noting how Denis leaned over the counter slightly to peek at it when she set the pudding on the counter. "Trust me, it's good; I didn't lie about the ice cream, now did I?" Holding out the dish to him with a spoon in her other hand. Her eyes were lit with glee when she saw the surprise of enjoyment on her son's face when he took his first bite.

"Mom, you so have to try this?!" Denis wrote out a quick text to the group chat with a picture of his bowl attached to it.

"You have to tell me how it is tomorrow, and if it's good, we'll learn to make it when you get home." Denis read her reply once he had detailed what it was.

"Come sit," Coraline said, "let's let Dad get Phil caught up while you enjoy your pudding out here with us," gesturing to the table while keeping the same distance he had set in her kitchen. Letting Denis come to her at his own pace.

"So, Denis, how do you like it?" Arely asked, with bated breath as Denis sat down beside her across from Carley.

"Pretty good; you have to try my Nana's cream cheese brownies. Mom and sis say they're to die for if you take their word for it," Denis said as he wiped his lips with his napkin as he pulled out his phone. Showing Arely the photo of one he had taken a few months ago.

"I've never made those," Arely cooed as she stared dreamily at the picture.

"Denis, what do you mean 'to die for?'" Coraline asked, taking her love for brownies to the extreme as she stared at the picture when she held his phone.

"Well, whenever Nana makes a batch, it's usually when I go over when no one else can and do a chore for her that she needs done. When I'm done, she gives me half to take home with me. Dad, Will, and me are lucky to get to have one," Denis said, recounting the time he cleaned out her gutters before he knew about his birth parents.

"I see, Denis; when you talk to her next, will you ask if she would give me her recipe so I can mimic something for you here when you come and visit? Coraline asked as she handed back his phone.

"Sure, I can ask."

"Did you enjoy it?" Coraline asked as his spoon clanked against his bowl after Denis finished off his second helping.

"I did," Denis hummed, still tasting the vanilla pudding on his tongue.               "I'll make sure I send some home with you and your Mom. Now I think you should get back and enjoy the fight," Arely said in a warm grandmotherly tone. Hoping that one day Denis would feel safe enough to open up to her.

******



Sunday, one week and a day later...

"I'm going to miss you so much," Coraline said, hugging her son tightly as they stood in the departing area of McGhee Tyson Airport. After getting a two-hour fuck in before he had to leave. Knowing she was going to miss the sex that came after their daily morning naked yoga, the quick screw on top of the washing machine after lunch, and the slow body numbing, mind-blowing, sensuous sex before bed every night, a feat her ex failed to achieve "I promise I am coming for your graduation because I'm hoping that in the coming month and a half or so you think about coming back with me for a month before you start college. No pressure, just think on it, okay?"

"Sure, I will," Denis said, pulling away. He might never want a damn thing to do with the man that raped his biological mother. However, Coraline was a different matter altogether. He didn't mind seeing where this would lead to in the coming days, weeks, years.

"Text or call me when you land just, so I know you got there safely. Tell your family I said hello, and I pray you get to come back soon," Coraline uttered low, placing a lingering kiss on his cheek. "Have a safe flight home, Denis. I'll talk to you soon," she said in a motherly tone, not wishing to let go when they were connecting as her fingertips ran along his forearms.
"Goodbye, Coraline... Mom," Denis uttered, just to see how it would sound and to give her a present. "I promise, the moment I land," he said, looking back at her, seeing her nodding as he walked towards the TSA agent.

"Tell grandpa," stopping in his tracks, knowing they earned to be called that for the moment, "when I come back, we'll hunt for that monster again," Denis said with a smirk on his lips, waving to her before being cleared to pass through the security checks. While his time with his birth mother was good, Denis McCarty was eager to be home.

"I will! He's going to be so excited," Coraline called back, losing her hold on her tears as she watched her baby disappearing into the crowd. However, unlike when she was just shy of fifteen when she gave him up, now, she knew there would be a next time.

******



Two hours later...

Denis walked in a calm but purposeful stride towards the airport exit once he had his belongings. Eager to see the smiling faces of his family, feeling like Frogger as he made his way through the crowd. His eyes darting around heads to see a glimpse of his family. As the crowd began to thin out, there she was wearing that same look, just like the day they met that told him one thing when their eyes met. He was home.

Shawna wouldn't let go of his face for five minutes when she caught sight of him. "I've missed you, Denis. How about you and me, special day, after you get settled in, what do ya say?"

"Sure, sounds fun," Denis replied, watching how she sucked on her lower lip as she backed away.

"Oh, Will, I got you something. Found it when I was down there," Denis spoke as he quickly dug through his gym bag where he placed the signed Mike Schmidt ball, given his brother's love of the team, in his brother's hands.

"Wait, you telling me this is a real Mike Schmidt signed ball?" Will asked in shocked awe as he held the signed encased ball.

"Yeah, I have that letter thing here," Denis said, pulling it out from the pocket he had placed it in. "Yes, I got you something too, so don't give me that look; I was waiting to get it to you when we got home and save these good people that squeal of yours," he joked, chuckling when his sister slapped his arm and gave him a shove. Yet, he could see in those brown eyes that she was genuinely happy that he was home.

"Hey, Mom," Denis sighed his greeting as he hugged his mother.

"Hello, honey, did you enjoy yourself?" Helen asked in a motherly voice as she stroked his hair.

"Yeah, the highlight was that fight night," Denis said, fist-bumping his father before he hugged him. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm eager to go home," he uttered with a joking smile.

"Mom, you so have to try that ice cream. If you ever go there, they have a flavor that I'm sure that it will top your favorite's list," Denis boosted as he peered at his mother while pushing his father out as she walked on the left of him.

"Oh? You best be speaking the gospel truth now," Helen said in a stern but playful tone.

"Chocolate black cherry ice cream." Watching how that stopped his mother and sister in their tracks. Shooting Will a smile as they heard them rushing to catch up. "They have your favorite, too, Will," Denis spoke, patting his father's shoulder, "tired both of yours and got to say for not being my go-to flavor it's pretty good."

"We just might get to," George said, patting his son's hand. Grinning like a happy father as he listened to Helen and Shawna pestering him what it tasted like and so on. "Denis?" Looking back between the seats as he slid to the middle of the rear seat beside Will, who couldn't stop gazing at that ball.

"Yeah, Dad?" Looking over at Shawna as she interlaced her fingers with his.

"Your trainer called you got a fight in a week. Also, the coach at Havenwood wants you to come by Tuesday after your school and introduce yourself to your future teammates. He said he ordered you a shirt; he'll get more for you when you're officially a part of the team; it should be here Tuesday. He said if it isn't, to bring a tank top in case it doesn't. Said you might not be able to fight with it for the city, yet in college bouts, you're allowed to wear one as long as it meets league rules."

"Okay," knowing he wasn't going to have a lot of time to train for the fight next week, still that didn't mean he was going to lose, "one step forward, right, Dad?" Denis repeated the mantra George would use whenever he would seek his father's wisdom.

"That's right," George nodded firmly, peering over at Helen as she slid into the driver's seat.

"Now, how about we share a bowl of banana pudding," Helen said, smiling at her son in the rearview mirror as she started the car.

To Be Continued...