Incest/Taboo Soul Food

"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 Ra*e 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.​