Desiring Denise Ch. 02

The second, and final part of the story of love between a cancer survivor, and her longterm admirer. All characters are fictional, in their 20s & 30s.

I would recommend reading the first chapter first.

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Mum put both hands over her face, she wouldn't look at me but just said, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," over and over.

"Mum, look at me!" I sternly said and she turned, "I'm kind of freaking out here," I said.

"Didn't you.... didn't you sleep with her?"

"Yes! Yes I did."

"Didn't you, you know.... see her naked?" Mum asked, and I noticed her lightly touch her own right breast, in what I now realise was a soothing, instinctive movement.

"No Mum, she kept her top on throughout. What is this about?" I asked, with impatience, dumbfounded at the turn in conversation.

"Jack, Denise had to have her right breast removed," Mum said, as the colour drained from my face at my adolescent harping on about her breasts.

Then I remembered that text message I sent, the resulting silence and then I covered my face, only mine was in shame. "I gotta go," I said, throwing on a t-shirt, socks and shoes.

"Where are you going?" Mum asked as I lifted my keys from my bedside table.

"Denise," I said. "I've did something really stupid."

Mum tried to stop me and asked me what it was, but I wouldn't tell her, such was the enormity of my offensive text. I shook my head and looked at her as I got in the car, hearing Mum shouting, "Drive Carefully," as I wheel-spun away.

After driving for a while I was on the main road, opening up the car at speed. Keeping my foot planted, I was doing 115mph by the time I realised it wasn't worth losing my licence over, or killing myself.

Pulling up outside her home some hours later, I got nervous as, full of adrenaline, I had no idea what to say to her.

I put my knuckles up to knock twice, and nerves made me recoil before I, "Put on my big boy pants," as my Dad would say, and knocked three times.

Denise answered the door dressed in a knee-length, white night shirt with vertical brown stripes down it, and it buttoned down the middle. "What.... Why are you here? She asked, holding her shirt in her left hand at her chest, and folding her other arm around it in protection.

She was clearly settled in for the night, braless underneath, and I almost melted when I saw the bulge of her left boob, contrasted by the flatness of her chest's right hand side.

"Denise, I had no idea, I'm so sorry," I said.

She didn't speak for what seemed like a year, just fiddled with the shirt, trying to disguise the area of nothingness.

"Who told you, Sarah?" she said, briefly looking at me before looking away.

"I did my usual trick of flashing my scars at my her, she naturally assumed we'd...... Can I come in?" I asked, but she said the kids were there. "Isn't it Andre's weekend?" I asked, and she shrugged, turned and said, "Come in."

Closing the door behind me, I turned to see her walking to the kitchen, and she turned with arms across her chest and said, "Now you know.... one-titted troll, that's me."

I was starting off by being on the ropes, I didn't know what to say. I moved to her and initially she moved back before we both stopped and she looked up at me. "It doesn't matter," I said and she smirked, shaking her head. Then I moved to her again, taking her silence as a small positive. "Denise, last weekend was something I've not experienced before, and I only want to experience it with you. I don't care, you are beautiful."

"That's what my husband said, before I suddenly wasn't," she all but murmured.

Now I moved right in front of her, "Listen to me," I said, gently gripping her shoulders as she assessed my hands being on her with a look to her right shoulder, "I've wanted this since I was a stupid little boy, now I'm a stupid man, trying to say sorry for a stupid joke."

"It's not just the joke, not just a text, but imagine you'd met my kids last weekend, only to then see my body and run."

I fixed her eyes, never have I looked so serious at another human being when I said, "I'll not run. I've driven here immediately when Mum told me, I'm stupid, I'm immature, I'm 27, but I'm....."

"But what? Sowing your wild oats with a MILF? Wanting to see what made my husband, my lover of 16 years, leave?"

"No," I said, not wanting to say what I was going to, in an argument.

"What then? Why are you here?"

"Because," I said, tilting her chin with my right hand, "Because I'm in love with you."

"No you're not," she said, turning away.

"Don't banish me like some sort of child," I said, going after her and feeling her shoulders tense as I touched them from behind.

"Well what an I supposed to do, Jack? You all but told me you're a boob man, and I've just got one, do I keep my top on forever?" Turning to face me, "Do I just sleep with you and pretend you're not going to run away when you see me for the first time?"

"Show me," I said, needing to do something to prove to her she could trust me as I gestured to her chest that she was now stroking, self soothing.

"No!"

"Please," I said with some authority, "What have you to lose? You show me your scar, I piss off and leave, and you get proven right."

"And if I don't?" She said, her tone slightly less dismissive.

"Then I don't get to stay a while, I don't get to prove to you that you are my absolute, on-par with no one, dream woman."

She shook her head, she looked away, she looked at me again, and then with a sigh, she reached for her top button.

She got to second oversize button, before lowering her eyes to her fingers again, as she too was watching her ebony skin emerge. Button three came free, only two to go, and taking a deep breath, button 4 parted to leave just the bottom one keeping her long shirt closed. I was so close to her that I could feel the heat radiating off of her between us.

Ridiculously, I was right back to my wildest fantasies about this woman, as even the sight of her opening her shirt had given me a budding erection, and as she had now reached up to her right shoulder and had began to lower her clothing down to expose more skin, more beauty, more territory that I never in a million years thought I'd see, and an almost perfectly horizontal, sizeable, dark scar where her breast had been.

I looked at her eyes, she was almost daring me to be repulsed but I definitely wasn't. Stepping right up to her, wordlessly, I put my fingertips on the top of her naked shoulder, and keeping my eyes fixed to hers, I lowered my hands to the little bump above her wound before gently, carefully, running my fingers along what was she saw as an ugly imperfection.

"Huhhh!" came from Denise's lips as she inhaled in a gulp whilst I ran my fingers from right to left, then left to right on her scar.

"I haven't ran away," I said, looking at her trembling lips and her questioning eyes.

I then ran my hand back to top her shoulder, and she followed my head and lips with her eyes as I leaned down, holding her shoulder blade in my hand, and placed a soft kiss on it.

"Jack," she said, as I kissed lower, down her skin that had been resigned to be covered up forever, by the actions of her ex-husband rejecting her. I kept silent as I kissed down to the site of her greatest ever battle, and gently kissed across it as she brought her hands to my head. She had stifled, staccato breaths before she groaned, as I lightly flicked my tongue along it, all the way from near the centre of her chest, all the way down to her armpit.

Point now proven, I kissed up her body, fighting myself not to explore the other side, as that would hopefully come. "You might not believe this, but I really like you," I said, pulling her in towards my groin by the waist, giving her no time to respond by closing my lips over hers, with them still trembling into my closed mouth.

"Oh god, you're hard for me, fuck you're hard! How can you be hard for this?" Denise asked me, after breaking off and gesturing towards her missing breast.

"Like you should," I said with a hand either side of her neck, "I hope to focus on what you have got, rather than what you haven't," and I kissed her lips again, properly and with slightly open lips to lap gently on hers with my tongue.

"Smooth-talker," she grinned, pulling back with a softening smile. "Is that like what you say to all the girls?"

"Absolutely," I replied, kissing her again before focusing right into her eyes, "I'm well renowned for fine-tuning my lines for chatting up stunning, amazing, black mothers of two kids, obviously all of whom having had a mastectomy."

"Asshole!" My black beauty said, with a big smile and a resumption of kissing.

Soon, we were properly locked in passionate saliva swapping. With my hands at her ridiculously curvy hips, I pulled her body right onto mine at the crotch, as mutual groaning, and whimpering from her, suggested we were both highly turned on. "Come," my teenage years pinup said, reaching behind herself to collect my hand to lead me through, into the corridor and past the bathroom, and into her warm, snug bedroom.

"You can't run away now," she said, still with slight trepidation as she turned to me.

"How much do you want to know how I'm not, 'Running away,' from you?" I asked.

"Maybe you can tell me in another way," she said, running her hands down my back, with her right one delving into my sweatpants to cup my naked bum, as I had neglected any underwear in my haste to leave home. Her left hand was fumbling at the ties of my pants, and soon they were sliding down. I took my own t-shirt off, throwing it onto the floor.

"Your turn now," I said, but she held her hands out to me and brought our bodies together again. My cock was underneath her one secure buttoned top, touching panties that welcomed me into their indent. I brought my hands up to her shoulders, kissed her and gently pushed the open shirt from her, hearing it falling to her feet.

I used our fervent kisses to disguise my hands journeying down her back. You may be thinking, 'Why hasn't he spent anymore time on her chest yet?"

I'll tell you.

Slipping my hands into her soft panties, I cupped her perfect, meaty peach into my palms. "Hmmmph," she groaned, then when I slid my right hand around her curve, to the warm, inviting slope between her thighs, she yipped, "Mmmp!"

"You're soaking," I said, rubbing my finger into her slit, thankfully still holding her with my other hand as her knees then buckled, when I first made contact with her clit.

"Aaaahh!" she cried, reaching to tightly clutch my cock, but soon I was hoisting her, almost off the ground if there had been enough of a journey between us and the bed. She was clinging to me, and it occurred to me she might instinctively be stopping me going south, as we crashed to the bed with my cock trapped between us, her legs were entrapping my hips.

"You know what I want, don't you?" I growled.

"Your cock in me?" She replied, still clinching me with arms and legs.

"That too," I said, "But you have to let my make love to your chest."

I kissed her lips after she nervously nodded. I kissed her cheeks, her chin and down her neck, after finally getting released from the sexiest straightjacket ever.

I re-traced my ministrations to her horizontal scar, turning her on in the nuances of sensation turning out to be more pleasurable than painful.

I had been holding her breast during this, my right hand was rubbing it's nipple, palming and moving it, just more than a handful.

She was patting and stroking my head, I kissed across and felt the softness, the fleshy treasure that I had long lusted for.

Her breast was perfect, a full teardrop, a motherly sag made it seem relaxed when I kissed over the fleshy mound, all around her darkened, puffy areola before sucking as much of her breast as possible in, sweeping my tongue over her nipple. I gorged on it and fed from it, I know that sounds stupid, but I did, feeding lust, feeding love and sexual satisfaction, all the while hearing Denise's ragged breathing and increasing moans of, "oh, oh, oh."

Reaching down, I gripped my cock, covered in precum and Denise's arousal. "Now I'm putting it in you," I said, my voice now husky in need as my right hand guided me, making her moan and spasm as it nudged her clit. "I'm going to cum," she said.

"I'm not even in you," I smiled back down her, feeling her move her hips to capture me.

"Please," she said, "I'm going to.... AAAH!" Having broken through that initial tightness, my cock moved into.... slightly less tightness, then rolling walls and a rippling vagina, as her body surrendered to the throws of passionately being wanted and pleasured by a man.

She clutched me, she swore, "Oh ffffuck, oh shit, oh god, I'm cumming I'm cumming!" I had never seen an orgasm so quickly, and very few so intense.

I hadn't even started to move in and out yet, an issue I swiftly remedied, building in speed, caressing her walls, thrusting in and gliding out with her pussy's sheathe trying to stop my retreat.

This was easily the best sex I had ever had, but having not cum since the previous weekend, longevity was to desert me, as her clutching and releasing was bringing on my own release, and hearing Denise say, in an increasingly high-pitched wail, "Oh Jack, owww, yes, yes, yes, oh ah! Ah! AAAAHHH! AAAAAAHH!" It took all of my willpower to not unload inside her, having forgotten my condoms, safely at home. As this goddess climaxed around and beneath me, when she reached that crescendo and went rigid, I pulled quickly out and squeezed and stroked my throbbing, slick cock, anointing her flawless, silky lower body in my contrasting, pearlescent white cum.

"Huhhhh... Huhhhh.... Huhhhh..... Huhhhh," I listened to her breathing as I had collapsed over her left shoulder before a breathless, "Jack," made me ask if she's ok and she replied, "Jack I'm still cumming."

I looked up, and sure enough, devoid of any stimulation from me, Denise's stomach was still in spasm, her lip was trembling at the left hand side on her upper one as she rode out her embers.

"You..... you are.... oh my god what are you?" she said, finally coming down from her climax.

"Little Baby Jack do alright?"

"Little Baby Jack my arse," she said, cupping her face in her hands before she got up to go to the bathroom and wipe my sperm off her body.

"You know, as much as I love to see you come, I don't mind at all watching you go," I said, with my eyes glued to her perfect, round ass.

"Oh is that right?" She asked as she wiggled it at me, "Stop being cheeky and phone your mum, let her know you're staying here," she brought me back down to earth by reminding me I hadn't told my mum I hadn't killed myself by driving fast, whilst Denise had also confirmed that I was welcome to stay the night.

"Hi Mum," I said, and was just getting an earful of motherly reprimand about not calling her sooner - 'You could have been lying in a ditch' - when there in front of me, still in her birthday suit, was Denise, with everything that could jiggle, doing so, before she climbed onto the bed, spread my legs and settled in between, and took my cock in her mouth in one, wholesome move.

"Holy Shit," I said, answering Mum's question with, "I just stubbed my toe. "Yes mum, Denise is..... Fiiiiiine," I said, with my hips rising up to meet her, only allowing her hands underneath to play with my balls as she sucked. "Ok, mum. Yes, mum. Ok.... ok.... ok bye!"

"You devil woman!" I panted, seeing her looking up at me as she licked the underside of my helmet with the tip of her tongue, as I was grateful that as I had just Orgasmed a few minutes ago, I wasn't on a hair-trigger.

Soon, she had me rock hard again, and I said, "I can think of somewhere else to put that....."

"I'm happy enough here," she replied, looking up with an erotic glint before taking me in to the very root.

"Oh.... fuck... Denise, holy....." I tried to speak before my head threw back in pleasure, trying to cling on.

"You didn't think I could..... take you all..... in?" she said as she climbed my body to position herself above my cock that she still held, and as I nodded in awe at the sight before me, she whispered in my ear as I reached for her boob and she groaned, "My ex-husband had an 8 inch cock," as she slid down the entire length of mine, groaning a contented sigh as she placed both hands on my abdomen, giving me my first real look at her display of beauty in front of me.

"Not the best time to make me feel inadequate," I said, cupping her breast and stroking her ass with the other hand as she started to ride me.

"It's ok," she said as she leaned over me, grinding our pelvic bones together and allowing her vulnerability to be framed perfectly before me, "I couldn't fuck.... him like this...... many women say.... the perfect penis..... is 5-7 inches."

"Allow me to be.... perfect....." I thrust up into her with my words, to poke my cock right up her pussy, watching the white intrusion being swallowed into the pink cave and it's dark chocolate, now creamy surround, getting wetter, squelching louder, with Denise showing me her skills as she bucked and bounced to our mutual, burgeoning orgasms.

We slept together after that, and in the morning, I woke up spooning her with my left arm underneath hers, with her left breast cradled under my arm and my hand touching the area her right one used to be. Far from feeling weirded out by it, I found strangely erotic and privileged to be the only man to ever give her any attention there.

I hadn't woken up erect, but my feelings of love and warmth, her ass up against my groin and the fleshy, warm breast in the crook of my arm, made me push forward as my first realisation to Denise's wakening was when she parted her leg to permit me access to her with a groan, from behind.

Eventually, after cumming over her curvy butt, we got out of bed. She wanted me to stay the next night, but I told her I had no clothes with me, literally other than the ones I had left the house in.

She was developing quite the habit of saying things that were big statements, like telling to to phone my mum and tell her I was staying the night, meaning much more than her actual words, as when I was wiping my cum off her ass and back, she said, "We can go to the shop and buy you some clothes. You can keep some here, if you like."

I smiled at her, but bailed out of saying that I loved her - I was head over heels by this time - and I just kissed her and said, "Thank you," having had no positive reply the last time I told her I was in love with her. Soon we were off to the local mall/shopping centre, although she did seem to be somewhat nervous about being seen, as Andre's family all lived around the area, too. She did things like walk behind me, not her now usual linking arms. I asked her, "shall we get out of here?" and we left.

Driving us home, she didn't really say much until I asked, "Not quite ready for the big reveal?"

"It's just strange, we've only been sleeping together for two nights out of our entire lives."

"Two great nights," I teased, placing my hand on her thigh as she drove.

"God yes........ but...... won't it be 'Too Real,' when Andre and the kids find out?"

I thought about this, we had pulled in at her apartment and I squeezed her leg and asked her, "I don't think anything you will ever do again will be more, 'Real,' than what you've been through, then inviting me, a new man into your bed to play with you."

I expected her to smile at me or something, what I got was a grip of my new shirt, a hungry kiss and a breathy, "You need to stop saying nice things to me. Take me to bed and do nasty things to me."

Who was I to disagree, and we made use of the new pack of condoms I'd bought, saving her being icing-glazed with my pearlescent spend each time.

Soon it was time to leave, with Andre's leaving the kids home now imminent. We had discuss the kids, agreeing to get used to one and other before making any big announcements. As I wanted to shout out from the rooftops, I was disappointed but realised I had less to lose than she did. I drove home on my own, texting Denise like a schoolboy when I stopped halfway for a bathroom break, and immediately got a reply. The wheels were in motion, the seed was planted right then as we had already, in hindsight, developed a real want and need.

Arriving home, I met Dad on the road to the house, stopping to ask me if I'd had a good night, registering his lack of insight that I had been with Denise. I opened the front door, put my new bag on the floor and threw my keys on the table to be met by my smiling, beaming mother asking, "Well....?"

Hugging her into my chest, we folded our arms around one and other and I breathed, "We're keeping it quiet, so don't even tell the family but....... MUMMMMM...... This is different."

"Different?" Mum said, pulling back from new and looking excitedly into my eyes.

"She's..... she's just, I just keep thinking I'll wake up from this soon, she's an incredible woman."

"My boy's in love, with my Denise," she replied, clapping her hands.

Sharing the relationship with my mum that I do, I ended the moment with, "And something really tired me out. I'm going to bed."

Her cries of, "That's too much information, lalalalala," with her hands over her ears and a grin, told me she was happy, and my secret was safe with her.

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Mum's Birthday Bash

Over the next two months, Denise and I met up every second weekend...... we soon had to buy more condoms, as it turns out she had developed issues with taking birth control pills, following her cancer ordeal.

With old mother Sarah due to turn 50, Denise was duly invited by her, driving down to our home in the south of England where, embarrassingly, I still lived with my parents. Denise phoned me from her apartment that morning, offering me a glimpse of what she had chosen to wear. As it was to be an informal, garden / house party in my parents house, I was surprised to see my.... girlfriend.... clad in a long, white dress that buttoned all the way up, covering everything, and was complete with a swirling, blue flower pattern, that wouldn't look out of place on a lovely set of my Granny's crockery. "You look very... er, nice," I said as she looked up into the camera that she held aloft with her extended left arm.

"Nice? You normally say hot, gorgeous or something. What's wrong with it?" She replied, taking the phone down to the front.

"There's nothing wrong with it, per say, but tell me, when you normally visit my mother, do you regularly dress like my grandmother now?"

"Shut up! It's different now," she smiled, "I'm making a good impression."

"I think that ship has sailed a long time ago, I remember the tank top and 'Second Skin,' shorts from my wank bank," I replied in deadpan tone.

"Hahaha, dirty baby Jack," she playfully admonished me before going on, "Well what do you think I should wear?"

This was really a case of asking the wrong person, as I would always have her in those denim shorts I had seen her in two weekends ago, paired with tank tops she wore around the house. "What about that new skirt and top with the mesh in the middle?" I suggested, and she bit her lip.

"Wouldn't that show my cleavage that isn't there anymore?" She asked, looking like she did the first time I asked to see her battle scars.

"No, you looked great in it, besides..... who cares? It's just my family, a few friends of Mums, some girls from the university days...."

"Awww, I dunno. Maybe I'll just wear a short sleeved blouse, keep it all under wraps.

Even though it was entirely her choice what to wear, as I was never going to try to strictly dictate - not that anyone could dictate anything to Denise - I was troubled that this still burned her confidence. "Ok, who was the last person you were nervous about them seeing your scars?" I asked.

"Well..... you I guess."

"And I think, if memory serves me right," I said, doing my best look of pondering, "I was perfectly alright. Do you remember what happened after that, Denise?"

"Stop," she said, showing me her perfect, dual rows of white teeth.

"Go on, remind me what happened you next....."

She then made a noise that suggested that she was missing my touch as much as I was hers, as a guttural groan preceded her reply of, "Mmmmm, We took all our clothes off and had sex."

"Do you often think of us, having sex?" I asked, and now she bit her lip, frantically nodding.

"I've been so horny, I had my, 'Special time of the month,' just after you left, I've been struggling to concentrate in work all week!"

"Denise," I said with my most manly, firm but sensual tone, "Wear the top and skirt.... you'll knock me out." This earned me another of those smiles, the white teeth and pink lips against her flawless, ebony skin made me want to kiss her even more. And then she just looked at me through the camera, went to say something that I also wanted to say, I think.

"Jack."

"Yes?"

"I....... thank you," and when I asked her what she was thanking me for, she said, "For helping me feel like me."

I simply couldn't wait to see her, although as Mum was the only person who knew about us, we would have to be restrained in our interactions, with even Dad, I think, still being in the dark as he was more interested in golf than keeping tabs on my love life. Don't get me wrong, my Dad loves us all very dearly, but just manages to live in that blissful world that Dads do, knowing his kids will call him if they need him.

My big sister Nickey arrived first, with her husband Joe in toe, closely followed by my brother and his wife, Jim and Kate. They were both older than me, with Mum having Jim at 17, there was 5 years between him and I, so there were never any limits as to what my two siblings would tease and torture me about, with my sister opening the evening with, "Well, little bro, anyone set fire to your clothes lately?"

"Oh that's hilarious, that's painfully funny..... or is that.... just painful?" I replied, feigning a pain in my heart.

"So who are we waiting for?" My sister went on to ask, and as my Mum divulged the list of names, I got a coy side-glance when she got to the end and dropped in the name, "and Denise."

"Ooooh, Denise," my, actually 29 year old but now 17 again, sister crowed, nudging me on the side, "Someone used to have a bit of a thing for her!" Then she said something that wouldn't be explained until later, a joke that went a bit wrong as when she quipped, "Mum will be a very happy girl tonight."

I was astounded when my Mum cut across her, stopping her dead with, "NO! Not appropriate at this time!"

With almost everyone now here, including four of Mum and Denise's university friends, all in and around 33. Only one was without a partners or husband and one with her girlfriend, now a bottle of wine down by the time I got a text reading, "Do I look alright?"

I soon found that this time, however, it was not for reassurance, as the picture was from down in the footwell of her car, looking up between her open legs with her short, black skirt pulled up to show her dark purple panties - initially causing a double take as I thought she was nude - with her face looking down over her stunning purple top.

"Hmmmm, later, can I take those off with my teeth?" I replied, standing with the men, beside the beer in the kitchen.

Then she arrived. With a rolling hurricane of screams of delight as I had forgotten this past decade, what a social event in itself Denise's arrival was as, "oh my god, oh my god you look amaze-zing," rang around the front hallway, and even though I knew how she was dressed - down to her matching underwear - my breath sucked in at an enormous pace as she stood in the kitchen, stealing the show, to an uneasy, quiet acceptance from all the married men, they were all checking the exotic looking Denise out.

I was probably staring with my mouth open, taking in her hair that was now thick and glossy, cascading down just past her shoulders, and that top that, but for the mesh over her cleavage, would be giving everyone an eyeful. I had previously been privy to her modelling it for me, with her bending and leaning to establish how much could be seen, and trust me..... it wasn't enough. Mum brought me back from my secret escape of undressing her, mimicking my picking my jaw up with her hand on the bottom of her own chin.

Being a very huggy girl, I awaited my turn with a fast beating heart, inhaling deeply during the brief, passing embrace before she went on to the next. Then she went out to the garden with my sister, and the other girls replicated the screams of inserting the detonator that is Denise, to any gathering.

A strange sense of pride swept over me, watching her settle with ease into her old pattern of being alluring, friendly and effortlessly sexy. About an hour in, I got a text telling me, "I'm going to the bathroom soon....." and needing no further instruction, I quietly excused myself from the bunch of men, now around the charcoal fired barbecue pit, in a joint display of, "Men light fire..... men cook for women," that was fun, but I had lips to kiss, a body to feel against me that I met just outside the upstairs bathroom.

The moans and whimpers weren't just from Denise, as our two week drought was quenched with deep thrusting tongues, no doubt trying to make up for the lack of any other probing thrusts. "God I've missed this," she hissed, with the tension in her body's rigidness signalling she was on the brink of snapping, like me. Then we heard footsteps on the bottom bend of the steps, and Denise disappeared into the bathroom to portray my waiting patiently for my turn, as my brother in law, Joe, appeared beside me, awaiting his turn. It was fun watching him check Denise out as she emerged, smiling at us both.

I hadn't drank much, although alcohol was flowing freely, and a natural 'clique' formed with the other men, leaving my dad, brother in law and me, sitting with the women. Dad then went to show Joe his new lawnmower (wtf) that he had already shown to me. My ears naturally pricked up when Joanne, who had grown up with Denise but had moved abroad, piped up, "Soooo, no new man here tonight?"

"Oh stop," she said, "It's only been two months. Think I'm going to scare him off with you lot?"

But they didn't relent, once the oldest, trusted friend had broken rank and announced a new boyfriend, the questions flowed with, "How old is he? Where did you guys meet?" and one suggestion of,"Baby number threeeee," being sang, all coming at once.

Telling them that, ahem, 'He' was younger than her, she didn't baulk at their probing, just telling them that, "'He' makes me very happy, after my recent scares....".

I observed that this had seemed to be news to one of the girls.

Asking her, "You mean Andre leaving?"

I was expecting her to say yes and leave it there, as all the men then came to join us, but she didn't. She nervously held her drink in her lap, crossed her legs with her thigh and hip now shining like a beacon to my line of sight, she said, "Andre left me because he.... didn't see me as his woman anymore... as a woman anymore. You see I....." Thankfully, my Mum came over to her, held her hand as my emotions made me falter, as Denise continued, "I had breast cancer, needing a mastectomy and.... Andre may still love me but..... he just couldn't get past it."

An eerie silence fell upon the night, men looked uneasy as Denise was huddled by her friends, before my sister, who also treated Denise as a sibling, quipped, "This new man of yours, he must think you're ample woman, giving the big smile you had on earlier. Or have you just been reading in the library together for two months?"

"I'm going to the loo, this beer runs through me," I said, not badly needing to go to the toilet, but needing get that tear from my eye, but after having a pee in the downstairs toilet, I was able to hear the conversation outside as I washed my hands, with Mum eluding to the fact that she knew who the mystery man was, taking the focus away from her friend as the questioning turned on her.

As I came back out and sat next to Denise, I instinctively did something that didn't go unnoticed, a small gesture of a hand to her shoulder at the nape of her neck that she leaned into, would come up almost instantly.

Watching my mother field questions about what she knew of Denise's sweet, young boy-toy was one thing, but seeing the hot, black woman squirm in her seat, crossing one leg over the other in such a way to display a huge amount of leg, thigh and hip to my gaze, was another thing. No really, I could see right up her inside thigh to a point below her panties, where I could visualise her parting her thighs for me to show her bald pussy to me, just like she had done before.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw my big sister make eye contact with me, cross her stare to Denise's impressive hip and leg show, then back to me with a look that confirmed, she knows.

Open mouthed, having been one who spotted my intimate touch to Denise's shoulder, my sister kept her stare with me as the others still made suggestions about Denise's new lover, including more about him being, 'Good breeding stock,' with a revelation that she had longed for another baby, just before her marriage dissolved. Then I held my breath as my sister said, "So, Denise....." and I listened with tension before my sister continued, "This new man, does he make you happy?"

"Yes, he's very good for me."

Then my sister said, while looking at me, "Tell us about him... you don't have to tell us his name but, romanticise it for us old married folks."

Denise looked at my mum, who nodded warmly and then looked right at me, as Denise shyly said, "I saw him at a concert, we go way back but..... he's different now."

"Different?" My sister prompted.

Unknowing of my sister's sleuthing, and with my mother's approval, Denise went on, "He's rebuilt me. In the space of a two months I've gone from a depressed, old reject at 33."

"33 is not old!" Was the choir of responses before she was urged by my mum to go on.

"I was dressing like a nun, thinking my days of being wanted were over. But.... he..... looks at me like I'm perfect, he says things to me that nobody else has. He... I feel like a woman again....."

"Denise is getting some!" A friendly voice from her friend, Joanne, brought laughter to everyone, lifting the mood as my sister and mum wiped their eyes. "He's all over that bod like it's going out of fashion," was Joanne's final tease before my Mum spoke up.

"Are you two going to, 'Come Out,' soon?" My mother then enquired, with a grin.

Clearing her throat, Denise briefly looked at me, then at Mum, then at the floor as she sat forward before she said, "He's already told me he loves me, but I was having a panic about my body, so I didn't say it back. He hasn't said it since."

"Maybe he feels like you're not there yet, we're not mind readers," one of the husbands interjected.

"Maybe he needs to be a man and tell you again," my sister's voice came from the right, and I shot a dagger at her, noticing her warm eyes direction me to Denise.

"He's crazy about you," I croaked from my silence, as she looked up into my eyes. "He loves everything about you, your scars, your smile, both your fun and your pain. I want to be part of it all." Then I took her hand in mine and my sister gasped, echoed by everyone else there as I said, "You are literally my dream come true. I love you."

I know there were cries of, "Oh my god," coupled with jaws on the floor and spluttering of drinks getting spat out in surprise, as Denise kissed me and said, "I love you.... god I really do," as everyone paled into silence as my lover embraced me.

I'm sure I even heard, "Lucky little shit," from a man's voice.

"You knew about this?" Was angled at mum, who calmly said it was nobody's business and, "I may have inadvertently caused all this, no need to thank me," before she regaled the tale of our meeting.

Soon, the party dwindled and only those who were staying in the house remained. My sister was clearly horny, tugging at her husband's shirt as they headed out the door before she turned to me and started to sing her little song about Denise, only for Denise to return her serve with, "There'll be no police called tonight..... but handcuffs are an idea," as my sister smacked her shoulder as they hugged goodnight.

Having bid goodbye to all party goers, Mum and Dad were buzzing, with mum pressed into him as we closed the front door. Dad's words to me, "That's a turn up for the books..... You'll be happy together," the only thing I needed to hear from him, before he shocked me with words to us both, "We'll not have any awkwardness, you are welcome to sleep in his room now," to Denise.

I had a semi as I changed in the bathroom into pyjamas to get to my bedroom after showering, Denise was changing in the room she was supposed to be sleeping in. Hearing voices on the landing, I cracked the door open to hear the two women chatting with my girlfriend saying, "You're so getting it, I'll not keep you."

"Cheeky! We all know you have that effect on him, I guess like father, like son." Mum said with an embarrassingly - for me - lust in her voice.

You see, unknown to me, my father had quite the fantasy, too, with my mother almost weaponising the sultry friend for a means of turning him on. Tonight would be no exception.

Slipping into bed, I patiently waited, and soon enough I was rewarded as my door opened and in walked the dictionary definition of 'Sexy.' In her arousing white tank top, only with matching panties, she looked drop dead gorgeous. Snaking her hips as she walked to my bed in a scene straight out of my teenage dreams, she slipped straight into role-playing. She came to my beside, leaning her free-hanging, braless breast over my chest, she kissed me and said, "My husband can't satisfy me tonight, can I sleep with you, Little Baby Jack?"

Sitting up and reaching for her tank top covered breast, I massaged it, feeling it's curves as I growled, "Isn't his huge cock enough for your little black pussy?"

Sliding her hand down the front of my PJ shorts, she started to pull my cock up and down, gripping me 'Backhanded' so she really squeezed me on the up stroke she said, "8 inches is too much for my tight little pink cavern, it's terribly painful.... will you massage it better with your more perfect..... thicker cock?"

We were both highly charged, still buzzing from the revelations that we were both in love with each other, and after the initial pretending this was 9 years ago, I held her breast in one hand, her face in the other and said in a serious tone, "You know I've got some special cream I could massage you all better with, in there."

We had foregone the condoms a few times before, but never had I flooded her depths, electing instead to glaze her skin like the perfect, dark chocolate cake in my white icing. She swallowed hard, still gripping my penis, she looked down to where her hand was, then back at my face and she said, "You know I thought you were going to purpose earlier," all the while she was stroking me.

"What would you have said?" I asked, taking my hand off her face and running it down her flat, right hand side off her chest, and she watched as it slipped underneath the material, up her tummy, up to the most erotic surgical scar in history.

"I'd have said..... nooooo," she said, groaning as I brought my other hand underneath to feel her naked breast's weight, she explained, "Marriage means nothing to me at the minute..... oh god that's so good."

She seemed full of nerves tonight, and I wondered was it because my parents could hear as I edged her top up and off her, that she helped me with and immediately cupped her boob to bring it to my hungry mouth. Holding it with both hands, I cupped it, squeezing it between my stranglehold as I sucked at it like a baby, meanwhile Denise was holding the headboard with one hand, whilst resuming her strokes on my cock with the other.

I needed more now, and sliding my hands down the rolling hills of her hips, she stopped everything to join me in sliding her panties down her legs. My own simple clothing followed, and soon she was kissing me again whilst rolling her, now dripping sex along my hard pole.

We were both panting, deeply covering each other in musky, moist breath as we came up from our renewed kissing as we searched each other's face. "You'd have refused my proposal then?" I smiled, stroking her face.

"Yeah," she said, dragging her pussy over my cock again, "But I'd have.... told you I.... love you."

"I love you," I said with a kiss, before recalling something else I gathered from tonight's variety of revelations. Using hands to guide her shapely hips, I settled her labia right around and atop my penis and growled, "What would you have said if I'd asked you to have my baby?"

I saw her eyes close over, her mouth open with an, "Ugh," slip out from her thick lips as she reached between us. She took my cock in her grip, feeding my bare, raging boner into the deepest, most intimate part of her existence. It was the part that pleasured me the most, in it's gripping, pulsing and reverberations on my length as she sat upright, and with a primordial moan, ground her clit into my pubic hair, swallowing my pale, never troubled by sunlight, cock into her exotic cavern, meanwhile taking her orgasm like the woman she is. I reached up and held her by the waist, trying to delay my own climax as she bathed my groin in her fluids, trying to be quiet so the parents didn't hear.

Again I wanted more, and raising her off of me, I urged her into the position that makes me feel like I a king. The doggy style position that had me standing between her legs, holding her hips like I the owner of all I surveyed before me. With her right buttock in my grip, I fed my cock into her hungry cunt, feeling it twitch as her body buckled when I made contact with her opening, before slipping gently inside her to the hilt.

Standing behind her at the edge of the bed, I almost came, watching my cock disappear between the cleavage of her butt cheeks, still disbelieving who I was fucking - bare. Soon I was pounding her, uncaring about the noise, I slapped my hips into her pillowy, peachy bum with the thrusting thuds this goddess dictated.

I knew from previous sessions in this position, my cock head dragged across her G-Spot, and soon she was shuddering and falling onto her chest on the bed, but I followed her down, still fucking her, scooting her forwards and putting my legs outside hers and fucking her ever tightening pussy on my soaking, cream coated member as she cried out, finally surrendering to her pleasure and forgetting about my parents up the small passageway. I was getting close, and not wanting to miss her loving eyes as I came, I pulled out and turned her, briefly dipping down to cover her hot, wet sex with my mouth and lick her vulva from bottom to top. I nibbled her clit that I soon found out was too sensitive, as she pulled me up by the head and I soon took the hint, feeding my glistening, bare excitement back inside her as she gripped my head and kissed me, groaning as she tasted herself on my lips.

It didn't take too much longer, maybe 20 frantic, desperate stabs and a few extra deeper, longing stokes and we were kissing, feeling the mutual effects of my warm, thick sperm splashing up inside her rhythmic, soaking hot centre.

We can never be sure, she says more unlikely than likely that it was that night that seeded her womb, but a few weeks later, apparently as regular as clockwork, Denise missed her period. Little Baby Jack had grown up.

End.

Thank got if you've taken time to read this tale, peace and love to all.