Incest/Taboo Soul Food

"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.

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 Ra*e, 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.​