บท 329: Boys Will Be Boys P2
The_shadow_rising©
"Yeah, that can happen with VR. You just need to take breaks and only play a little at a time" He replied comfortingly, keeping his eyes on hers as she let the headset drop to her side as she wiped her face with her other arm.
"Well I think I need a break." She responded with a bright smile that only curved more beautifully as she beamed down at him, "But I think I did ok, didn't I?"
In truth she had, at least for someone who was only playing for their first time, but right then Casey found it hard to remember anything about what she had been doing. He had been too busy staring at her body to notice!
"Absolutely! You did much better than I did my first time." He answered honestly, and more than a little flustered, but Holly didn't seem to notice. She just took the compliment and beamed even wider.
"The first time is always the most fun" She responded with a grin before she turned around and leaned over to replace the headset beneath the television.
Casey gulped as her sweet ass was displayed right in front of his face, barely hidden by her cut-off shorts, and he had to quickly tear his eyes away as his mother straightened with the two Switch controllers in her hands.
"Alright, it's time to show me this." She exclaimed excitedly, more excited than even he was when he played, as she waved the controllers in front of him.
This time Casey put on something simple to begin with -- a pool game. It only took a few minutes to show her, via demonstrating, how to use the controllers and then his mother was away, playing almost like she had played before. Casey on the other hand found it hard to concentrate on anything but his mother's ass as she bent over to simulate leaning over the pool table and used the controls to imitate the use of a pool cue. The only thing was, with the small rectangular controller in her hand and not connected like a huge long stick Holly almost looked like she was jacking off someone behind her as she moved her arm back and forth.
Casey sat rapt as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away, especially when he learned to the side to get a view of what she was doing on the television after she asked for advice and saw her large tits hanging provocatively beneath her, almost dangling out of her low-cut, loose top as they swung gently with her arm movements.
The horny eighteen-year-old was so lost in what he was seeing, in fact, that even when it came to be his turn he couldn't concentrate on what he was doing for images flashing back in his mind.
He was just thinking of what to put on next when his mother spoke up as she sat leaning forward on the sofa behind him. Casey daren't look back as he stared avidly at the screen or his mother would not only notice him staring directly down her top but she would have a face full of his spearing hard dick as it strained in his jeans. It had taken thinking of Pervy Pete to get it down enough for him to play his turn when she had offered!
"You know, if you wanted to play pool we could just go downstairs" She said with a soft laugh, hinting at the pool table that they had down in the basement.
"Yeah, but it is so much more fun to watch someone play with these." He said waving the controllers and listened as his mother laughed again. It was amusing to see how odd someone looked mimicking playing pool with nothing in their hands and no table, after all.
It wasn't long after that that Casey switched games to a guitar game where the player used the controls to simulate playing a guitar and the game reacted. This time Casey went first to show his mother how to play but it wasn't long before he had her up and playing instead of him. Not because he didn't like the game, he did, but because the idea of watching her again was just too much for him not to take.
And so after a little while the eighteen-year-old was back on the sofa leaning back and smiling up at his mother as she glanced back at him every now and then to grin as she enjoyed herself 'playing guitar'. Between those glances Casey fixed himself to sweep his eyes all over Holly's sexy body, taking in every glorious inch as she stood rocking out before him. Fuck but he had never seen a sexier guitarist in his life. And her clothes were just perfect for jumping up and down and swaying from side to side in. The tent in his jeans was back before long.
That was why he quickly suggested another game that they could both play -- so Holly wouldn't notice the bulge in his jeans -- after another little while. Another tennis game this time they both squared off with one controller each, only Holly had no intention of letting his greater skill at the game make it unfair on her. No. Instead she bumped into him and even tried slapping the controller from his hands as she laughed, and screamed in joy when he tried to do the same to her.
Feeling her press against him as he moved from side to side and swung his controller was enough to make his straining dick stretch even tighter against his jeans. Almost painfully so. Holly was soft yet surprisingly firm as she nudged into him with her shoulder, but it was when her breasts brushed against him as she reached for his controller or the way her hands felt pressed against him as she pushed him that had visions of sex suddenly spurt into the horny eighteen-year-old's mind. Visions of her hands being planted like that on him or her body brushing against him made it hard to concentrate and it wasn't long before Holly was jumping up and down in joy as she won the game.
"Loser!" She exclaimed excitedly, her grin large and triumphant.
"That was hardly fair." Casey declared as he stood looking at her with her arms in the air doing a victory dance. Fuck but she looked super cute again.
"That's what all losers say." Holly replied with a laugh and Casey suddenly felt his playfulness spike at the same time as his family competitiveness stirred within him.
And so reaching forward he jabbed his mother in the side causing her to squeal and laugh.
"Well at least I'm not a cheat." He said to her and Holly's mouth dropped open in playfulness.
"I'm not a cheat. Ask your father." She replied before quickly trying to jab him in the side. She missed and then squealed as he prodded her instead.
"You're a cheat and you love it." He responded before jabbing her side again on the other side causing Holly to giggle as she tried to squirm out of his way.
"Am not!" She replied with another laugh, trying her best to fend him off as both of his hands came darting towards her sides.
"Are too. Admit it!" Casey cried out amidst Holly's laughter as his jabbing fingers quickly became tickling hands as they found the slender curve of her waist.
"No! Never!" Holly laughed as she vainly tried to pull his hands from her, giggling and squirming in his grip as Casey moved closer to her to get a better grip and tickled the hell out of her.
Crying out that she would never give in Casey tickled his mother as she squirmed in his arms before finally she cried out in breathlessness.
"Ok, ok!" She said loudly and Casey stopped tickling her. Holding his hands on her slim waist he waited for what he had been forcing from her. Holly however was too playful and competitive to give in that easily. "You're a loser!" She exclaimed and tried to dart away from him but Casey was too quick and strong for her to move and so, with a playfully shocked look, Casey once more began tickling his mother in earnest.
Holly laughed in gales of giggles and screams as she thrashed between his hands, trying desperately and futilely to pull his hands from her. Soon however the two of them were writhing so hard as they stood and struggling so much that Holly tipped over and both of them came crashing down on the sofa. Casey, however, didn't stop his assault on his mother's sides and Holly thrashed and wriggled on the sofa, laughing her head off as she tried to breathe.
Finally Holly cried out.
"Ok! Ok! I'll admit it! I'll admit it!" She giggled, but not one to be fooled twice this time Casey continued to tickle her.
"Admit what?" He asked demandingly as his fingers flew on her sides.
Writhing next to him with her hands on his Holly laughed so hard she could hardly breathe. But she struggled to get the words out.
"I'm a cheat! I love cheating!" Holly exclaimed breathlessly and only then did Casey stop tickling her.
With his hands clutching her waist Casey looked into his mother's eyes as she lay next to him on the sofa. Fuck but she looked beautiful. For a moment the horny eighteen-year-old just imagined kissing her right then and there. Imagined her kissing him back. Only the feel of his cock growing harder woke him from that fantasy. Leaning his ass back to avoid brushing his mother with his monster cock Casey cleared his throat.
"You admit you love cheating and that you're a cheater?" He asked carefully, his smile trying to hide the fact that the red in his cheeks had nothing to do with their fun.
"Yes!" Holly panted as she held his hands as hard as she could. Her luscious chest heaved up and down in the thin, low-cut top and Casey's dick hurt in his jeans. "I love cheating and I'm a cheater. Ok? Happy now I've admitted it?"
For a moment Casey watched his mother in case she was up to something but the gleam in her large succulent brown eyes told him that she had admitted defeat and so reluctantly he let his hands slip from his mother's waist.
"Good. I always knew it." He answered back and received a gentle slap on the chest for it.
Before either of them could say anymore however Casey's phone beeped with a message. Reaching down into his pocket as Holly caught her breath back beside him Casey pulled his phone out and took a look at the screen. On it was a photo picture of everyone he knew at the old lodge, beer all around, and everyone looking like they were having a great time, half-naked in the sun.
In an instant all the fun he had just had evaporated and it was only when his mother patted him on the shoulder tenderly that he realised his expression had changed once more. Feeling like it wasn't fair Casey gave his mother a 'what can you do' look before he sat up and made to stand up.
"Well..." He began, about to say 'I should go do...' well...something, but before he could get any more words out his mother spoke up.
"Come on, I need your help in the kitchen" She said with gentle matter-of-factness as she stood up and offered him her hand again.
Taking it reluctantly Casey pulled himself off the sofa and let his mother lead him from the lounge into the kitchen where she sat him on one of the stools before walking back around the counter and leaning on the work surface.
"Ok, mister, I need to do some cooking and I want your help. No back answering now!" She said, warning him as he opened his mouth. If there was one thing he didn't feel like doing right then it was cooking but there was no getting around his mother when she was determined to do something. And right then she was determined to give him something to do.
"Fine. What do you need my help with?" He asked and Holly smiled gently as she got her way.
"Well that depends what you want for dinner" She replied, tapping her fingers on the counter top. "I was thinking...pizza?"
Despite himself Casey's eyes lit up. His mother was a great cook but if there was one thing she made better than anything else it was pizza, and he loved pizza. But then...who didn't?
"Alright fine. I guess you want me to chop?" He asked nonchalantly, resigned as he already knew what the answer would be before Holly said yes.
And so the two of them began to cook. Well, Holly began to make the pizza bases and Casey began to chop the toppings he wanted -- mushrooms and peppers, mostly. It was pretty simple and didn't take overly long with the two of them working, even if they did seem to be making enough pizza for the whole family, despite only two of them being there. And so it wasn't long before Holly was kneading the dough on the counter as Casey washed up his knife and put it away.
As the morose eighteen-year-old turned around however he noticed that his mother had split the dough into two balls and was kneading both, one with each hand. She was looking down intently as she worked, concentrating on what she was doing, completely innocent, but Casey's mind immediately twisted what he could see as his eyes took her in once more. The size of the dough was much smaller than Holly's swelling breasts but the way the dough squeezed through her fingers as Holly firmly kneaded both full balls of dough instantly made Casey think of her tits and just what it would be like to be rolling both of them in his hands. In an instant his dick shot up to attention, so hard in fact that it was uncomfortable to stand there even without Holly's attention on him. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from what she was doing with her hands.
Questions flitted through his horny mind. Would her tits look like that between his hands...or her own? What would they look like during sex? Would they bulge between his fingers as they filled his hands like the dough was filling his mother's small hands? Would they spill out and pull his hands deeper as he squeezed and rolled the soft but oh so deliciously firm flesh between his fingers? Would they be firm enough to resist his groping as he pushed against them into her chest like Holly was pressing the dough against the counter top? What would they feel like? Would they be soft and pliable like the dough, yet spongy and firm in his grasp?
Casey's hard on strained painfully against his jeans as his eyes were locked to his mother's hands as they kneaded and pressed the dough. It took every effort to tear them away and then all he could do was follow the contours of her body as she stood delicately in front of him...just within arm's reach. And all he could think of was how she had felt in his hands as he had tickled her. And how she had looked as she lay beside him on the sofa. Fuck! But he wanted to just reach over and pull himself against her from behind...and reach up to knead her tits while she kneaded the dough in front of him. Fuck!!
Casey had no idea how long he stood there staring at his mother, he knew that she liked to massage the dough for a long time though while making pizza to make the base more light and pliable, but his eyes were firmly attached to her chest when she looked round and spoke to him.
"Can you pass me the sauce?" She asked and Casey shook himself out of his thoughts as he realised that she had already flattened the dough and was ready to put the toppings on.
"Uh, yeah, sure" He quickly replied, blushing at the thought of being caught staring at his mother's tits. Though of course Holly hadn't noticed anything, rather she had just thought he was watching her make pizza, having no idea what was in his horny eighteen-year-old mind.
From that point on Casey struggled to keep his attention on what his mother was doing, even trying to strike up conversation with her to keep his mind elsewhere, but nothing seemed to work for long. His attention always went back to the stunning way her thighs looked in those shorts, the curvature of her body as she stood in front of him looking perfect for bending over the counter right then and there, and the swelling of her mouth-watering tits!
In the end Casey focused on what he was missing out on at the lake just to try to ease the pain of his boner, and to keep his mother from noticing. She may not notice him ogling her but she would definitely notice his solid bulge if she glanced over after all. There was no hiding that!
The problem was that thinking of what he was missing did take his attention from his mother, especially when he thought that everything he was thinking about her was just a fantasy that would never happen compared to what he and Cristina Hodges could have been doing that night. And so quickly Casey once more fell into melancholy at the thought of being left out from what would have been the most memorable nights of the summer. Instead he was just home alone, like a loser. Sure he got to have some great moments ogling his mother but that was hardly recompense.
And so Casey quickly fell quiet and began to feel forlorn once more as he watched his mother make the pizza. His attention began to drift until he missed something his mother had said and she flicked some water at him to get his attention.
"Wh...what?" He said coming out of his depressing reverie.
"I said can you put these in the oven for me." His mother repeated as she laughed softly, "What's the matter, lost in thought?"
Shaking himself Casey reached for the trays the pizzas were on, picking them up and walking over towards the oven before placing them inside.
"Hm? Something like that, yeah" He answered and was too deep in thought about the missed out weekend to notice the concerned then playful look on his mother's face.
"Casey...wake up" She said before suddenly splashing some more water at him from where she was washing her hands.
Feeling the relatively cool water compared to the heat of the day flick onto his face Casey blinked and then wiped his face.
"Hey, stop that!" He said a little more annoyedly than he intended. He just wanted to think of what he was missing out on, is all!
Laughing softly to herself Holly flicked some more water at him.
"No moping" She said with a smile as playful as anything Casey's father ever gave.
"I said stop it, mom!" Casey warned, a little irritably. He didn't feel in the mood right then for anything other than sulking, and being called out on it only made his mood worse.
"Make me" His mother replied with another splash of water as she laughed, trying to do what she could to stir Casey out of his brooding.
Despite him knowing what she was up to however Casey was in no mood to be splashed in the face and so moving toward the tap he took a big handful of water and threw it back at her.
"Casey!" Holly exclaimed as the water splashed over her face and onto her thin, see-through top. But instead of doing anything about it she just cupped her own hands and threw a handful of water back at him.
Feeling his annoyance spark again Casey looked at his mother, about to tell her to stop it, when he suddenly saw what the water he had thrown at her had done to her top. Clinging damply to her in spots Casey could make out a little more of her smooth breasts and the tantalising outline of her white lace bra. And so being led suddenly by his throbbing dick that instantly sprang to attention once more Casey reached forward to slap at the running water so that it sprayed at his mother.
"Well if you're going to start something..." He said as water splashed up all over his mother, shooting into her face and all over her thin top.
Holly shouted out as the water covered her and instantly began throwing the water back at him until he was as soaked as she was. Which meant that, laughing now, Casey spurted more water over her and she, laughing in response, also returned the favour. Soon the two of them were standing between the counters splashing water at each other and cowering as the other threw water on them, both laughing and crying out as more than expected was dumped over them.
"Ok truce!" Holly finally called as she held her hands in front of her as if that would help given that she was already soaked.
Holding his hands towards the tap Casey eyed her warily.
"Do you mean it?" He asked cautiously and Holly nodded that she did. Only then did he lean back from the sink and look down at how soaked he was.
Casey was about to say something when he looked up, however, and noticed his mother as she lowered her arms and looked down at herself. She was as soaked as he was, only her top had been thin and almost see-through to begin with. Now it clung to her sensuous curves almost like a second skin. Her white lace bra was clearly visible through her top, as were the rest of her swelling, heaving tits as they rose and fell beneath the sodden garment. Her waist and flat stomach were perfectly outlined beneath the wet whiteness and even her legs had water running down their silky smoothness.
Casey's dick instantly stood to full attention so fast and hard that he almost doubled over both in pain at how tight his jeans felt and to hide his obvious boner from his mother. Fortunately Holly's attention was all on how drenched she was. Not in the same way he was looking at her, and Holly was even completely oblivious to how she might look to an eighteen-year-old guy, even if he was her son, but in a laughing, 'I can't believe you drenched me' kind of way.
"Ok, that was uncalled for" She finally said as she looked back up at him with a bright grin on her face.
Casey's own beaming smile was only partly because of how fun it had been to have a water fight and mostly how good it felt to see her as she was.
"Well, you started it" He replied and Holly gave him a look that he could only grin back at. "And you got me as much as I got you" He replied as he indicated how soaked his shirt was. Only then did he realise how bad it was to direct her attention anywhere near the bulge in his jeans. If his mother noticed anything she didn't say however, for which he was glad.
"I'm your mother." Holly replied and for an instant Casey wondered if she meant because of his hard bulge, but from the beaming look on her face she couldn't have. She must have meant that he shouldn't have soaked her.
"Fair's fair, mom. All's fair in love and war." He responded and Holly gave him an open-mouthed look of playful shock before she eyed the tap as if she were thinking of splashing him again for that.
"Well you've got me soaking wet." She stated as she held her arms out and once more glanced down at herself. "I'm going to need to get changed now."
"Well, don't start what you can't take, mom." Casey replied with an impish grin that only deepened as his mother eyed him amusedly once more.
"Alright, smart ass. Well go get changed. I'll call you when the pizzas are done." She finally said instead, and splashing the last remaining water from her hands made as if to head toward her and Casey's dad's room to go and get changed.
As Casey watched Holly leave, his eyes clinging to her ass in those shorts like he wished his hands could, all the eighteen-year-old could think of was just how much he was going to have to jack off later. Or now. Getting changed could wait. The image of his mother, drenched and almost like she stood in front of him in just those tiny shorts and her bra with how much her top had hidden...fuck, that was burned into his mind right then. And his dick demanded attention.
And so with a naughty grin on his face that Holly wouldn't have been able to miss if she had been there, Casey made his way back to his room to take care of himself. Both with his clothes and his throbbing cock and aching balls. Fuck but what an image he had in his mind. If he hadn't been inspired earlier to write he certainly was now. Not that he would tell his mother what he was about to write about anyway. She wouldn't approve of him writing hot stories about her drenched and then kneeling before him to help him 'change out of his wet clothes' only to find a mouthful. Fuck but he had the perfect story in mind now to add to his collection. But first he had a vivid image and a hard cock that needed taking care of.
For a little while thoughts of what he was missing were far from Casey Clarke's mind. But as the fantasy faded as he sat alone in his room and took care of himself...several times...his despondency returned, especially as he started to receive pictures from his brothers and friends and the night wore on to the first party of the weekend.
- - -
Holly managed to peel herself out of the sodden top, throwing it on the bed she pulled on a white t-shirt with a rainbow on the front and then scrunched the old top up and tossed it in the wash bin. She had only worn the thing for a few hours today but if she had managed to put a smile on Casey's face and take his mind off things, which she definitely had seemed to manage, then she thought it was time well-spent.
Coming out of her and Chris' room she was about to go check on her son when she heard his music playing, something he did when he was going to write and didn't want to be disturbed, and so she happily decided against it. Smiling to herself she thought 'mission accomplished' as she made her way down stairs and towards the lounge to sit down and watch some television. She had managed to get him into a better mood than he had been earlier. Maybe now he wouldn't think too much of what he was missing. Or at the very least maybe he would just be too busy to notice for a while. She could hope.
And so sitting down Holly folded her feet underneath her as she switched on the television and relaxed. She planned on going out to sunbathe a little later but for now she just wanted to relax until the pizzas were cooked. There was still plenty of time ahead. And so that is exactly what the 38-year-old mother did, losing herself in what she was doing until the timer went off for the pizzas and she called...several times until she was heard...Casey down to grab a few slices.
The young man was both animated and in a much better mood. Clearly focused on his writing as he was however he hardly said two words as he sat at the table and scoffed down four slices of pizza before unceremoniously heading back upstairs and slamming his door behind him. So long as he was happier than he had been however Holly didn't mind as she placed the dishes in the machine and covered up the rest of the pizza.
Heading back to the sofa the beautiful brunette lost herself in what she was doing, even forgetting to head out to sunbathe, until a few hours later Casey came walking in and plopped down on one of the chairs. This time, in stark contrast to earlier, he was back to being down again.
"You alright?" Holly asked caringly.
"Yeah." Casey answered in a way that made it clear that he wasn't.
"So why the face?" She asked carefully as she played with one of her toes while twisting the TV remote in her other hand.
"What?" Casey asked as if he hadn't heard, then glumly looked down at his phone before stuffing the thing in his pocket. "Oh, just heard about the party everyone's at. Mark said it's already raging. Everyone's there. Except me."
"Aw, Case..." Holly said before reaching over to rub his leg. "I'm sorry. But there'll be other parties."
"Yeah I know, but not like this." Her son replied gloomily, "It just sucks missing out on all the fun."
Feeling her heart go out to him Holly once more wracked her brain to think of what she could do. He had been so upbeat earlier and now he was back to being down. There had to be something she could do to make this weekend memorable for him!
"How about we play some basketball?" She asked with the first thing that popped into her mind.
Looking up at her like she was crazy Casey sank further into the chair.
"In this heat?" Was all he asked but Holly instantly understood. Running around really didn't seem appealing when it was this hot just sitting around.
Wracking her brain again Holly said the first thing that came into her mind. If he was bothered about not having a party, maybe she could bring a party to him?
"Ok, how about we go shopping? We can bring you back some beer to drink here. And I'll even join in with you. What do you say?" She asked, trying to sound as positive and hyped as she could.
All she wanted to do was just relax, not go out shopping, but she had to think of something to cheer him up.
"I don't know." Casey replied in the most diplomatic way of saying that he wasn't interested as he could.
But despite knowing that it was hardly compensation for what he was missing -- shopping and then drinking with his mother rather than hanging out and partying with his friends! -- it was the best she could do. And so Holly wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Come on, it'll be fun. We can see if there's anything else you want while we're out." She said excitedly, trying to rouse Casey as much as she could.
He still didn't want to go but Holly wasn't backing down this time. She wasn't going to let him be gloomy and mope around all weekend. That would do him and her no good. They had to spend time together all weekend and four days were just going to drag on if he kept being in the mood he was. Plus she didn't like seeing him unhappy, so if she had to do anything she could to put a smile on his face she would.
And so despite himself Casey reluctantly gave in after a few more sulky rebuttals and so soon enough the two of them were heading out to the local mall to spend some time shopping. While it wasn't a complete waste of time Holly wouldn't say it was a complete success either. It did give Casey something to do and for a little while he seemed to engage in what they were doing, but as they made their way home again -- even with the promised beer in hand -- Holly was almost at a loss for what she could do to cheer Casey up.
Nothing she did, even trying to play around with him like she had earlier, seemed to work however. She had no idea what was different this time but whatever she did Casey just seemed to quickly go back into his shell. Every now and then she would do something that cheered him up or put a smile on his face, like when she jumped on his back for a piggy-back ride or when she playfully gave him a hug 'from his mommy'. Both of those put a gleam in his eye but that quickly vanished every time he looked at his phone. And as the night wore on, even as they sat drinking in the lounge like he normally wouldn't be allowed to do, the more glum Casey became as it became clear just how much fun his friends and brothers were having at the party. Until finally Casey walked off upstairs saying that he would have an early night.
Watching him go Holly placed her beer down on the table beside her and sat thinking to herself. Today was only Friday and Casey had Saturday, Sunday, and most of Monday until his brothers and father returned. Let alone his friends. She had to do something to cheer him up and make his weekend fun. No...she had to make his weekend more fun than if he had gone to make up what he was missing out on. Only Holly had no idea how to do that.
And so as she sat alone downstairs with her beer Holly did her best to think of what she could do for Casey. What she could give him or do for him that would make this weekend the most memorable he had had. To make up for his friends and brothers having fun without him. By the time she went to bed she hadn't managed to think of anything that she hadn't already tried. But the fact was that if she didn't think of something then not only was this going to be the longest four-day weekend for both of them, but it was also going to be one that would put a downer on Casey for the rest of his life.
He would always remember that time his father had left him behind while his brothers had fun and he had the worst weekend. No. Holly had to do something. She just had to figure out what he would enjoy the most. Even as she had no idea Holly thought that tomorrow she would think of something. She just had to. And so going to bed the beautiful brunette hoped for a better day tomorrow and some idea of what she was going to do for Casey. Little did she know that the day ahead would change everything...and give her exactly what she needed to make this the best weekend of his life. One he...and she...would never forget.
[Saturday]
The sun rose as feverish as the day before, lighting upon Holly's eyes from her large bedroom window as she lay asleep. Heat washed through the glass covering her until Holly couldn't take lying in bed any longer and, sweeping the covers off, tiredly hopped out of bed.
Still sleepy the beautiful brunette dazedly padded into the en-suite bathroom to brush her teeth then hop into the shower, letting the cool water refreshingly wash over her as she stood and swayed back and forth dreamily. Barely realising where she was Holly had forgotten the day before as she stood staring up at the falling water as it rained down onto her beautiful face. All the stunning 38-year-old mother could remember as she sleepily swayed was that today was Saturday, it was gorgeous, and she wanted to catch some sun. The whole day should be perfectly quiet and she was going to get all the rest in the sun that she wanted today.
And so stepping out of the shower after cleaning herself, Holly, just wrapped in her towel, walked back into her and Chris' bedroom and opened the wardrobe. The gorgeous brunette knew exactly what she was after and so it wasn't long before her towel hit the floor and she was stepping into her sky blue bikini bottoms and tying the top around her neck and back. Looking over herself in the mirror as she once more did her hair back in a ponytail, Holly smiled at what she saw before throwing her wet towel in the washing pile and then grabbed another, a bottle of lotion, a sarong for later, and her sunglasses before heading downstairs.
Popping her dark brown sunglasses on she stopped in the kitchen to grab herself some lemonade, with a small umbrella and straw, and then headed out the back doors into the yard. Instantly the ferocity of the sun hit her and Holly felt her white skin pebble with the heat. The paving stones were already almost uncomfortably hot on her bare feet as she made her way to her lounger by the pool. Setting her drink on the table beside her next to her lotion Holly lay down, situated herself, and closed her eyes as she drank in the sun.
Time drifted as the hot wife and mother lay resting. The warmth of the sun roasted her and she rolled over to let it caress her back before once more turning over. The heat was glorious and comforting and Holly drifted off to sleep a few times as she lay enjoying the perfect peace and quiet in the silent neighbourhood. Lost in her sunbathing Holly's mind floated away as she dreamt when she slept and let her mind wander aimlessly as she lay awake. The faint breeze that drifted every now and then stirred her skin, reminding her how hot she was as the sun rose, and yet offering a refreshing breather from the intensity.
Holly was so lost in her relaxing as she lay there for a couple of hours that she didn't hear the back doors opening or any sounds from behind her until the sudden deep sound of a male voice saying 'morning' shook her from her reverie. Almost shooting up from where she lay she was so shocked Holly turned her head to look at who had spoken and the sun glinted in her eyes.
What she saw was a god. At least that was her initial reaction at what filled her vision. A tall, chiselled and well-toned man stood a few feet from her wearing nothing but some tight bathing shorts that bulged beautifully in all the right places. His body was lithe and muscular, as were his arms, and the little she could see of his face as the sun filled her vision was stunningly attractive. For a moment Holly thought Chris as he used to look had walked back in and her heart both skipped a beat and began pulsing faster, but that couldn't be as Chris was away this weekend. Still not clicking on Holly was even more surprised by the way the man's shorts bulged provocatively and despite herself, and her suddenly twinging pussy, Holly knew that this was definitely not Chris. He was more than enough for her but he had never filled out his bathing shorts like this guy did.
All in all the sight before her set Holly's heart racing, her pussy quickening, and made her face flush in a way that wasn't from the sun bearing down on her. This guy was stunning. He made Chris look like a slob, and Holly's husband was very much in shape! Her pussy hummed once more despite her being a married woman. She wasn't blind after all!
Raising a hand to cover her eyes Holly smiled an almost flustered smile as she looked up at the hunk above her. And then the shade from her hand brought the man's face into focus and she suddenly goggled. It was Casey.
Memory came rushing back that Casey had been left behind and all that had happened the previous day as Holly's mind quickly began to clear and she stuttered. Not only because of how surprised she was but because she could still see how toned and well-defined her son was and feel all of the rush of feelings that had brought. At the same time she could once again see it was Casey -- her own eighteen-year-old son -- and this time the flushing in her cheeks was from embarrassment. How could she have thought that her own son was that attractive? Of course she hadn't known it was him when she had, and she couldn't control the feelings she had when she saw someone that attractive, but still. It had been her own son she had been ogling!
"Uh, hey baby. Did you, um, did you have a good sleep?" Holly asked a little unsteadily, trying as hard as she could to not pay attention to how ripped she now noticed her son's body to be.
"Hey, yeah. I had an early night. Figured I would come out and enjoy the sun. Maybe use dad's weights. I've got nothing else to do anyway." Casey replied as he stood beside her lounger. He still sounded down but like he had accepted his weekend even if he didn't enjoy it.
Holly nodded, unable to speak especially when he mentioned using his dad's weights as that once more brought her attention back to his stacked body. Holly made sure she kept her eyes on his face before she turned to stare at the sky once more, hoping that he hadn't noticed anything unusual about her reaction. For fuck's sake he was her son! Ok, so maybe she couldn't help herself when she hadn't known but now she did know she should not notice how he looked any longer. Holly tried her best to let her mind drift as she responded.
"You should do that. It might do you some good to get out for a bit." She said carefully, aware of the sudden image of Casey's toned body working out that flitted through her mind.
Fuck, if that had been Chris or any other guy she would have enjoyed the show, but this was her son! It didn't mean anything, of course, but now she had noticed how he would be attractive if he was any other person she couldn't un-see it. And she couldn't help but notice how attractive those things about him were. Fuck, she had to get a hold of herself. Maybe the sun was messing with her mind or something.
"I thought so. And like I said, I've got nothing better to do anyway." Casey replied, not noticing anything out of the ordinary apparently. For which Holly was eternally grateful.
Thinking like that about her son, even if she hadn't known who he was. And still thinking it, even if she was only noticing things that were objectively things she would like and not thinking of him that way. None of that helped her feel any better about herself. He was her son! A mother shouldn't notice him as a guy!
Casey had sounded as down as he had the day before, and so trying to forget what she was really thinking about Holly tried to cheer him up.
"Nothing like a good work out. Not that you need it. I bet all the girls are after you." She responded, trying her best to peak his confidence. Except she realised what she had said and couldn't help but wonder why she had said it while thinking of how he looked. She hadn't meant it any other way, surely. She had just meant that other girls would be after him because of how he looked!
Casey just made a noncommittal noise, obviously too embarrassed to talk to his mother about girls he liked. Holly was too embarrassed and lost in what she was thinking to push him further or tease him like she normally would have and so she let it go, preferring the strained silence to opening her mouth when she didn't trust herself again.
"Alright, I'll just be on the other side of the pool if you want me" Casey said and Holly's mind made her cheeks flush even more crimson.
She didn't want him! She couldn't help if she had noticed that he had what she would normally consider an attractive body and face. Sure he looked more like a striking and younger version of Chris, whom she loved dearly and found ridiculously attractive, even if he was a more...well, well-endowed version of Chris. That was no reason for her mind to twist his words like that. Fuck, she really had to settle herself down and stop noticing her son's adult body. Just because he had everything she would normally find hot and desirable. He was her son after all. That should quell that.
Smiling as politely as she could in response Holly closed her eyes and tried to ignore Casey walking passed her towards the other side of the pool. The only problem was that that meant her imagination could play images of his body and face in front of her eyes from before she had realised who he was and Holly couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. And how well-endowed. His bathing shorts had almost been straining at the seams!
Letting out a deep breath Holly tried to push the images from her mind and remind herself that he was her son. The problem was that when she opened her eyes to peek at what he was doing, just to see how he was, Holly couldn't help but notice the taut way his stomach flexed over his muscles and the way his arms bulged as Casey strained to lift some weights that his father had left by the pool. The tenseness and defined look of every inch of Casey's body as he worked out, lifted weights, stretched, did pull ups and press ups, amongst other exercises, all served to shock Holly's senses. He was stunningly attractive. She had never really seen him as a guy, but only as her son, and now she saw what other women must see in him and realised that he was not only a really good-looking guy but also that he had the whole package.
Holly didn't, of course, see him as other women did. She wasn't attracted to him. He was her son after all. But she could see how attractive he was. And what she saw of him objectively made her stomach flutter a little. He was definitely the kind of guy she would have gone for.
Shaking her head as she realised her thoughts Holly closed her eyes once again and tried to focus on anything except the images flitting through her mind. After vainly trying and failing Holly rolled over onto her stomach and told herself to stop being silly. Ok, so she could recognise that her son was objectively attractive and that taken aside from him being her son there were things that she would have liked on another guy. But she knew he was her son and she wasn't attracted to him, so there was nothing to worry about. She was just over-thinking about it all and had been surprised so it was perfectly natural for her to not stop thinking about it. She just had to get over it. She was not a prude and didn't need to think it meant anything.
Feeling slightly better about herself Holly let her mind wander as she enjoyed the sun, even when it flitted images of Casey into her mind. Finally she began to relax once more and rolled back over onto her back. A few minutes later she heard a splash. The sound caused Holly to open her eyes and once more the glare of the sun shone in her face, glinting off the water, as she looked towards the pool. There, coming out of the water like some kind of Greek Adonis, was Casey. Rising up out of the surface of the water with water running down over his rippled body Holly's son threw his head back before running his hands through his hair and brushing the water from his face. And all Holly could do was stare.
At least for a heartbeat that seemed to stretch on forever. The image however was burned into her brain as she saw everything she liked about a man drenched in cool water and sparkling in the early afternoon sun. Her heart almost skipped a beat as it raced a little faster before she could catch herself but it was when Casey stepped out of the pool to turn around to jump back in again that Holly's breath really caught. The tightness of his shorts had grown tighter in the water and now hugged the large swelling that they hid. And all Holly could do was gape at the size of what she saw. He must be almost twice the size of his father, she thought before she realised what had flicked into her mind. When she did rosy cheeks weren't all the hot brunette felt. Her pussy hummed for a second before she realised that this was her son she was thinking about.
Taking a deep swallow from her lemonade Holly squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to think of her son as she heard yet another splash into the pool. It turned out that trying not to think of something was the worst way of forgetting it, as Holly's mind wouldn't stop flashing the impressive image in front of her eyes. However finally as she felt her heart racing out of desperation this time Holly was finally able to get a hold of herself.
She was just seeing snippets of what she would normally like. It was not that she found her own son attractive or anything. And she couldn't be held responsible for noticing things she would usually find attractive. That was all. And she was just winding herself up and freaking out about it. It was all very normal and ok. She didn't need to get herself in a state about it. At least, that is what she kept telling herself. Her heart and mind wouldn't stop reeling at first, however, and neither would her heart and stomach at what she had seen. Maybe she just missed Chris and needed some of his attention, she thought. That would settle her down soon enough.
After what seemed like an eternity Holly managed to calm down and just enjoy the sun, even if every now and then her mind would flash images in front of her. She was calm. She was. There was really nothing to think about. And so Holly drifted off once more as she lay in the heat, the sound of her son in the pool becoming a soothing background noise as she finally settled down.
That was why, a little while later, the sound of Casey's voice made Holly jump a little.
"Hey, mom, how's the sun?" Her son asked and once Holly had come back down from where her heart had jumped she leaned up on her elbows and looked at him as he stood neck deep in the pool, swirling his arms around.
He really was a good-looking guy.
"It's pretty and hot. You should think of catching some sun yourself." She replied and then felt her cheeks heat a little at the thought of him -- or at least a guy with his body -- tanned and baking in the sun beside her.
"I would but the pool is nice and cool. You should come in." Casey said in response, Holly oblivious to the desirous tone in his voice as he ogled her almost naked body from where he stood.
"I'm working on my tan. Maybe later." Holly replied with a warm smile
"You look great as you are." Casey responded, as charming as his father and Holly felt her smile take on a more pleased edge as she looked down at him. "You sure you don't want to come in? I could beat you at laps if you did." He added, playing up to her competitive nature.
This time though Holly didn't rise up to it. She was too busy trying to ignore the way that the water outlined his body, especially his bathing shorts.
"Aw thank you, honey." She replied to his compliment, trying hard to focus on the fact that this was her son and not some guy to ogle. "But I'm fine where I am. You just enjoy the water. I may come in a little later."
Holly was proud of how calm and collected she had sounded, and so with a maternal smile the beautiful mother lay back down and proudly took in the rays. Casey wasn't quite finished, however. Hearing him haul himself out of the pool, Holly heard the water dripping as he made his way over towards her.
"Come on. Are you sure?" He asked trying to be as suavely convincing as he could as he came to kneel beside her lounger.
Holly glanced over at his attractive face and smiled.
"Are you that bored that you want your mother to play in the swimming pool with you?" She asked sounding amused.
"Yeah. It'll be fun. Like when we played games yesterday." He replied with a glint in his eye that Holly mistook for mischievous playfulness. It was, only the stunning brunette mother had no idea that Casey was thinking of how he had ogled her body and how he had enjoyed how close they had been, and just how he wanted to do both while she was wearing her bikini and they were in the water.
"Maybe later. I really do just want to relax in the sun now. You can find something else fun to do." Holly replied and once again mistook the cheeky gleam in his eye for joking playfulness.
"There isn't much else for me to do. And you did say that you wanted me to have a fun weekend." Casey almost pleaded and Holly looked at him from beneath her sunglasses as he threw her words back at her. She had said that, hadn't she. Before she could acquiesce however Casey spoke up before he thought she could say no again. "I know! You want to relax, I'll help"
Before she could ask what he meant Holly's son was up and moving behind the lounger and then she suddenly felt his hands rest on shoulders. Opening her mouth to ask what he was doing all that came out was a shuddering sigh as she felt his fingers squeeze her muscles just perfectly before they rotated around and pushed down, massaging her shoulders in a shower of bliss.
Fuck! She hadn't realised she was so tense! It must have been from all of that over-thinking earlier because she hadn't felt tense before that, but now Casey's fingers seemed to work some kind of magic on her.
"Mmmm." Was all Holly managed to get out as she felt her whole world melt beneath her son's fingers. "Ok, that's nice."
"See, I told you I'd help you relax." Casey replied and Holly could only smile shakily in gratitude as her whole body seemed to turn to liquid.
Over and over Casey's hands squeezed and rubbed her shoulders, massaging out every drop of her energy and tension. How he had gotten so good at it Holly had no idea but she was like putty in his hands. She almost fell asleep twice! Relaxing in the feel of his fingers working their magic on her shoulders Holly paid little attention to the way that Casey's fingers occasionally ran a little further down towards her heaving, barely covered breasts. Moaning softly as she breathed she rolled her head from side to side before sitting up a little more so that he could run his hands down her back.
The feeling was like bliss and Holly just rolled along with everything Casey did. Right then she may not have noticed his hands slipping down to cup her tits she was so lost in what he was doing. And Casey, the eighteen-year-old relished the feel of his mother's skin beneath his fingers and the perfect sight he had down her cleavage. Intermittently he let his fingers work a little closer towards those luscious mounds but he didn't dare getting too close lest she catch him. But fuck did he want to just run his hands down and roughly maul those two beauties!
As Casey continued to work his magic Holly gently brought one of her legs up to run her foot down her other leg as pleasure suffused her before she once again sat flat on the lounger, breathing deeper and giving her son a wondrous view of her heaving tits.
"Mmmm, you're really good at this." She barely stopped herself from moaning as she spoke breathily. Fuck but she felt like all of her bones had melted!
"Thanks. You're enjoying it then?" Casey asked in soft tones that sounded hypnotic as he worked his fingers.
"Mm-hmm." Holly purred, "You can do this all day if you want."
"I would if I could get to the rest of you. I think you need a full body massage you're so tense." Her son replied and Holly felt a thrill pass through her. She really could do with that, he was right.
"Maybe later." She promised and missed Casey's triumphant grin as he redoubled his efforts and began working in the tops of her arms as he rubbed her gently.
For a while all was silent as Casey focused on his mother's luscious body, both in what he could feel and what he could see, and Holly lost herself in the heat of the sun and her son's ministrations. After a short while however Casey spoke into Holly's dream-like stupor.
"You're really beautiful, mom." He said with softness and warmth and Holly smiled.
"Thank you, son." She replied lovingly as her body swam in pleasure.
"I hope I wasn't in the sun when I was working out earlier." He added and Holly felt her whole body flush as memory of how he had looked flooded through her. Only this time with how relaxed she was feeling nothing but warmth and a slight racing of her heart accompanied it.
"No, you were perfect." She replied honestly, then moaned softly though whether because of her thoughts or how Casey rubbed her neck she had no idea. Right then she didn't care much either.
"You're perfect, mom. Dad's a lucky guy." Casey said honestly in return and Holly felt her whole body flush.
"Thank you, sweetheart." She sighed in response as she leaned her head forward, letting him massage her neck deeply before he returned to her shoulders.
"Seriously, I've never seen any woman as beautiful as you. You're a knockout." Casey went on and Holly felt her heart fill with love. At the same time that her whole body hummed at the similarity in what she had thought of him.
"So are you, honey. Any girl would be very lucky to have you." Holly replied before she could think, and in the muddle that her mind was in from the massage and pleasure surging through her Holly had no idea if she had meant they would be very lucky because he was a great guy or they would be very lucky because of how he looked and what he was packing.
Once again the two of them fell into silence as Casey massaged her neck and shoulders deeply. His fingers brushed against the hook of her bikini top as they drifted down her back and almost sank down over her breasts as they rubbed down her chest, and right then Holly wouldn't have been able to stop him if she had tried. She was so lost in how good she felt.
Finally, after a good half an hour Casey straightened behind her and Holly felt his fingers reluctantly leave her.
"That's the best I can do for now. If you let me massage you properly later I will be able to do it much better." He said as Holly felt like she were whirling in air she felt so fluttery.
"That was amazing." She replied honestly, forcing herself to half turn to glance up at him and smile sweetly, "If you can do better than that I'll be putty in your hands. Even your dad can't massage as well as that."
Casey swelled with pride and Holly felt herself smile a little broader. The guys in the family were so competitive with each other that Casey must have thought he had just scored one over his father...which he had, actually. He really was better at that than Chris. The feeling must have been doubly intensive with how Chris had left Casey behind and all. Holly could only find that a little cute as she looked at the adorable expression on her son's handsome face and once more felt a flutter through her stomach. He looked like a rogue. Like his father. And Holly couldn't help but think that that was attractive.
Suddenly another thought flipped into her mind, only this time Holly was much too relaxed and calm around Casey to freak out about it. If Casey was that good with his hands in a massage just how good was he with his hands for other things? Holly felt her cheeks heat a little at that but she knew it was an errant thought brought on by how attractive her son really was. So she paid it no more mind.
"So do you think you're ready for the pool now?" Casey suddenly asked as he stared down at her wantonly, though Holly had no idea that that was what his expression was.
Laughing melodiously Holly smiled up at her son.
"Was that what the massage was for? To get me to come into the pool with you?" She asked humorously and Casey gave her a guilty look as he shook his head.
"No, of course not. I did that because I wanted to." The honesty in his voice was the only reason Holly believed that. But still Casey grinned roguishly, "But would it have worked if it was?"
For a moment all Holly could do was look up at him, dazzled by how attractive he actually was and by his cheekiness, before she could reply.
"Fine. Fine. You'll never give in if I don't. But not for long. I have a tan to work on." Holly said as she turned around and took off her sunglasses.
Before she could do any more however Casey walked around and reached down to slip his arms beneath her and with one strong lift hauled her up into the air. All Holly could do was throw her arms around his neck as he carried her over to the pool and then his intentions became perfectly clear.
"Oh no, don't you dare..." Holly warned before Casey grinned at her and tossed her into the water.
Holly splashed into the relatively cool water like a cannonball and water ran into her mouth as she tried to scream. Splashing about she resurfaced and spat the water out. Pushing her hair back from her face she stared with playful indignation at Casey as he stood chuckling at the side of the pool.
"Oh you little..." Was all Holly could get out before Casey dove into the pool, splashing more water over her before he came up beside her, brushing his hair from his eyes as he did.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist." He said in his defence, and Holly splashed him with water.
"Pig." She declared with a laugh and splashed him some more to which Casey splashed her back.
For a moment the two of them splashed water at each other before once more Casey's hands found her sides and began tickling her beneath the water. Laughing hysterically Holly tried her best to fend him off before she too tried to tickle him back only to feel her fingers rub against the tautness of his torso.
Instantly Holly pulled her hands back as if burnt and her cheeks went bright red. Grabbing his hands as he tickled her she smiled at her son and tried to ignore the images of his toned body from her mind.
"That's enough from you, mister." She declared as she tried to catch her breath.
Casey smiled mischievously as he let her pull his fingers from her body.
"Well you did promise me a fun weekend, so I was just enjoying myself." Her son said playfully.
"I thought you wanted to do laps?" She asked as she pushed herself to arm's length away from him.
"I did, but it's much more fun watching you squirm." He replied as his hand once more darted to her side briefly.
Holly swatted his hand away no problem before she ran her own hand over her face and hair.
"You're being a naughty boy today." She said playfully warning him, and Casey just grinned at her roguishly. The expression sent a flutter through Holly's body as she looked at his wet handsome face.
"You said I'd have fun this weekend, so I'm having what fun I would have if I was away with everyone else." Casey replied with boyish charm that made Holly smile amusedly. He really was a lot like his father. "Besides, you're having fun too, aren't you?" He asked as he stepped closer to her.
Holly felt another flush pass through her as she felt him move closer until he stood right in front of her. He really was too charming and good looking for his own good.
"Maybe." She replied honestly and laughed softly as Casey grinned proudly before cinching her waist beneath the water.
The feel of his hands on her, so strong and masculine, made a shiver pass through Holly's body.
"Are you cold now?" Her son asked concerned and Holly shook her head.
"Just ticklish." She replied, covering herself.
"Well I won't tickle you. I promise." Casey said as he moved closer, and Holly suddenly felt his bulging shorts rub against her stomach.
Instantly the beautiful brunette felt her pussy and stomach flutter in unison with unwanted attention. Before she could do anything more all she could think of was how big Casey felt against her and Holly was shocked at both the thought and feeling.
Before she could do anymore, however, Casey continued with what he was saying.
"I won't tickle you." He said with quiet cockiness, then added, "But I will dunk you!"
Before she could say anything Holly screamed as Casey easily lifted her up and spun her around sideways so that he could dunk her into the water. Once more water rushed into her open mouth and she slapped at her son before resurfacing as he backed away laughing. Spluttering and wiping water from her face she splashed water over him again.
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