Incest/Taboo Soul Food

"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.
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