Boys Will Be Boys P3

The_shadow_rising©

"You bastard!" She exclaimed.

"Tut-tut, language." Casey cheekily replied.

Splashing him again Holly poked her son in the stomach. His firm, taut stomach.

"You watch yourself mister or you'll have another reason to be upset you didn't get out of this house this weekend." She told him and Casey laughed softly.

It was a nice sound despite how playfully mad she was at him. It was nice to see him smiling despite what had happened this weekend for him. Even so, Holly was done being dunked in the water, and so wading over to the side of the pool she heaved herself up, dripping, onto the side of the pool. Casey waded over slowly and warily, stopping just short of having to put his arms on her legs to look up at her.

"You are a pain in my ass, mister." Holly said and smiled as Casey laughed once more.

"I don't mind being a pain in your ass mom. It only hurts till you get used to it." He joked, pushing further than he had before.

Normally Holly would have been shocked at him saying a joke like that but with the feel of his bulging shorts against her still so fresh in her mind Holly could only think that he really would be a pain in her ass until she got used to it. The thought suddenly made her cheeks heat and she tried to cover herself by standing up.

"Well you had your chance with the pool and you blew it." She said as if he hadn't made the joke, looking down at how soaked she was now.

"Aww, sorry mom. Come on, just a little longer." Casey replied but Holly was already heading toward the lounger once more.

"Maybe that will teach you to be nice to your mom." She called over her shoulder with a warm smile to take the edge off and Casey leaned against the side of the pool.

"I was being nice. Playful and fun." He replied and Holly gave him a look that made the young man laugh once more. "Well, I enjoyed it. And you did too. Come for a swim."

In response Holly just gave him a flat look that was only slightly ruined by the twitching of her lips. He really was as charming as his father. And no one that good looking should be that charming.

"Like I said, you blew it." She said as she sat down on the lounger and put her feet up, as if that were final.

She didn't hear what Casey had to say in response to that. Which was probably for the best given how he had mumbled about her blowing him. But Holly quickly went back to lying in the sun and after a few murmured pleas for her to join him again that faded away as he got no attention Casey swam a little before pulling himself out of the pool.

"Going inside for a bit if you want me." He announced as he walked passed her and flicked water on her as he did.

Swinging and missing him as he darted passed laughing Holly playfully growled before leaning back and ignoring the door as it shut behind him. Enjoying the sun the beautiful brunette lay back and relaxed, no longer thinking of how hot a guy her son had turned out to be. At least not at first. But then smiling amused memories of his behaviour in the swimming pool only brought back what she had forgotten, but being so relaxed after her massage, and having decided they were just parts of him she could objectively appreciate, she just let them be.

And so the 38-year-old mother smiled to herself as she soaked up the sun, never once thinking of how her world had already changed. And just how much more it could change because of it.

- - -

Casey Clarke headed straight for his room after walking into the house. Straight for it, closing the door behind him and throwing himself into his chair to think of how hot his mother had been. Fuck, but she had looked so hot in her bikini! And when she had let him massage her...oh fuck he had struggled to keep his hands from her tits. Oh god, fuck! And then there was how close they had gotten in the swimming pool...ugh...it had been so hard not to try to kiss her there as he pressed himself against her. Instead he had tried to flirt with her but it had backfired. Probably because she had had no idea he was trying to flirt with her -- why would she, after all!? -- but he had at least gotten close to her wet body in that bikini, and felt her soft yet firmness pressed against him as he hauled her into the water twice. Mmm.

Taking out his dick Casey began to massage the semi-hard length as he imagined his mother sitting outside on the lounger. Maybe letting him give her that full massage...and letting his hands swirl all over her...fuck! It didn't take long before his cock was as solid as a telephone pole and before long the eighteen-year-old was leaning his head back as pleasure surged through his dick while he played with himself.

Stopping halfway through, Casey wheeled himself over to his computer and booted up one of his unfinished stories. With one hand on his cock and the other on the keyboard the young man began to write a little more about his mother. This time she was wearing the bikini she had on today...and she definitely knew he was flirting with her in this world. And she loved it. Almost slathering as he worked his hand slowly on his dick Casey wrote about how his mother dropped to her knees outside by the pool and slobbered all over his big dick before the two of them, in the middle of the day where anyone could watch, slipped into the pool where Casey gave her every inch of his big cock and Holly loved it.

At one point Casey had to stop working his dick as it was too painfully solid with what he was writing. But he couldn't stop. Fuck the fantasy was just too burned into his mind. He had so many ideas for what he wanted to write about her. Shame he didn't have any pictures to go with this story like he did with some others, but taking photos of his mother in her bikini would surely have raised some uncomfortable questions.

Casey was so lost in writing his story, in fact, that it took him half an hour to realise he had messages on his phone. When he did, and he opened them up, the burning fantasies of the day could hardly keep up with the disappointment he felt. Here he was enjoying ideas of his mother which would never come true, the only real thing he had this weekend, and meanwhile his friends and brothers were having the time of their life. Pictures of sunbathing parties, half-naked women, people making out, people doing silly things, beer, and even one from Cristina Hodges saying she 'wished you were here' with a kiss. All of the things he had wanted and was missing out on while he just sat and fantasised about his mother, knowing that was all they were.

Quickly Casey felt his dick softening as disappointment and gloominess overtook the enjoyment he had had outside. And soon he was back to feeling glum as he read through the rest of the messages and saw more pictures, including some guys who were apparently getting a little too close to Cristina for Casey's comfort.

Feeling depressed, Casey put on some music and messaged everyone back, feeling like he was the biggest loser around not being at the summer's hottest party weekend. And so the time passed some more but Casey was too down to move far. At least until he walked out to grab himself a drink at the same time that his mother walked in from outside.

- - -

Holly stepped into the relative cool of the shade as she walked into the kitchen from outside and felt her skin pebble a little from the lack of direct heat she had gotten used to. As she did she wrapped her sarong around her waist and headed straight for the fridge. God she could do with some more lemonade! She had almost made it to the fridge when Casey came shambling in looking down once again. He had put on a t-shirt at some point but was still wearing his bathing shorts and flip flops.

"Hey, what's up?" Holly asked chirpily as she opened the fridge and eyed him up and down. His toned legs still looked stunning but Holly didn't notice anything more than how good-looking her son was this time.

"Oh nothing." He replied mopily, "Everyone just keeps messaging me about what a great time they're having and that they wish I was there."

Holly gave her son a sympathetic look as she closed the fridge, lemonade in hand.

"I'm sorry, honey. But at least they care enough to try to include you." She said consolingly.

"Yeah, that makes me feel so much better." Casey replied with sarcasm and Holly felt her heart go out to him.

"Well at least you're having fun here with me!" Holly said, trying to cheer him up, but all it earned her was a glance that said more than if Casey had sarcastically replied. She was hardly a fair recompense for an eighteen-year-old's summer party. "Well, look, why don't we do something today?"

"Like what?" Casey asked with barely any interest as he shuffled over to sit by the counter

"Like why don't we play some pool. Then we can watch a movie after?" She put out there, but the look she received said that was hardly going to make up for anything. "It's better than moping around. And you can even have some more beers." She added trying to entice him.

For a moment the 38-year-old mother thought that her son was going to gloomily reject the idea. But finally Casey nodded, albeit with no enthusiasm whatsoever.

"Great. Let's head downstairs then" She said sounding as positive as she could given the circumstances. She needed to try and sound upbeat for Casey. Anything to get him out of this mood.

And so the two of them headed toward the basement and down into what Chris had converted into a game room. The large pool table took up most of the room with some darts set up on another side, a large television with a gaming console on the other, and some couches on either side of the pool table ends. Holly smiled up at Casey excitedly as she walked over to grab one of the cues from the wall.

"I'll break." She announced before Casey could. But from the look of her son he hardly seemed interested enough to even play let alone jump ahead like she had.

Setting up the balls Casey didn't even bother to spin the eight ball as he leaned back against the wall and watched as Holly got herself set up for the first shot.

She was not the best at pool. She didn't suck at it, but she was hardly the most skilled player. But even so she knew how to break and so leaning over the table she positioned herself ready to strike, not noticing the sudden gleam that came into her son's eyes as her large, bikini-clad breasts hung beneath her lusciously.

Slamming the cue into the ball Holly jumped up and down as the rest of the balls scattered, one even sinking into one of the corner pockets like a pro.

"Looks like you're going down, mister." The pretty brunette announced playfully, mistaking the look of interest on her son's face for him finally starting to enjoy himself rather than that he had been enjoying the way her breasts bounced as she did her victory dance.

"We'll see. It's early days yet. But you just keep dancing." He said and once more Holly misunderstood why he had said exactly that.

Feeling like she was finally getting through to him, Holly repositioned herself for the next shot. This time she was not far from where Casey stood and so as she leaned over the table this time her son got a perfect view of her tight, round ass. Not to mention the hot image of her being bent over the pool table in just a small bikini. Casey's eyes were fixed on her, wide and on target, but Holly was too busy with the shot to notice her son ogling her.

This time the shot missed the pocket and Holly almost stamped her foot in irritation before she walked back around the table and watched as Casey walked round to take his shot. However as she stood at the opposite end of the table from him Casey suddenly raised the cue over his shoulders, placing both of his arms on the cue as he studied his shot, and this time it was Holly's turn to have wide eyes. Suddenly she saw him again with no shirt on, looking all buff and toned, only this time she could see him through his t-shirt as he stood with his muscles tensed from the way his hands hung on the cue and she could see a little of his abs from how his t-shirt rose up.

Instantly Holly felt her cheeks heat as she once more realised how good-looking her son actually was. She wished he were someone else so she could enjoy what she saw, in fact! But she knew who he was and so at the same time as feeling flustered by what she saw she felt turned off by the fact that this was her son! It was a very confusing mix of emotions.

Fortunately Casey didn't take too long to contemplate what he was doing and so he was soon taking his shot...and potting a ball, much to Holly's great disappointment.

"Lucky shot!" She exclaimed and watched as Casey grinned at her for how competitive she was being.

"I'm just good at sinking balls." Casey replied innocently but Holly's mind instantly twisted what he had been saying as an image of his well-packed shorts flashed into her mind.

She bet he was good, with all that to his name. This Cristina Hodges was going to be a very lucky girl if they ever did get together, Holly thought before she could stop herself.

"Well you won't get the next one." She promised. Only he did, and the one after that. So Holly was standing there befuddled, and amazed at how good her son had gotten at pool. Before he had only been marginally better than she was.

"I guess I'm not the one going down, mom." Casey cheekily jibed, posing with his cue as if he had already won the game.

Holly opened her mouth to come back with a witty retort however all she could see once again was how well-defined Casey's shape was and how charmingly stunning he looked with that cheeky grin on his face. Instead Holly just waited and tried to ignore the thoughts in her mind as she waited for him to miss his next shot. Which fortunately he did.

"Ha!" She exclaimed, not being competitive at all, and felt a flutter pass through her at the amused smile that Casey gave her.

Setting herself up for her shot Holly was getting ready to take it when suddenly Casey jabbed her gently in the side, tickling her so that she jumped almost a thousand miles.

"Hey! Not fair!" She laughed.

"Just getting you back for laughing at me missing a shot." Casey teased as if that was the only reason he wanted to touch his mother's naked waist.

"Well you watch yourself, mister. I have a stick, and I'm not afraid to use it." She warned him jokingly as she held up the cue in front of her.

Stepping back with his hands raised Casey laughed softly, a sound that made Holly smile as she thought that she was once again getting him out of his melancholy.

"I've got no doubt you're good with a stick in your hands." He said innocently once more and Holly felt her cheeks redden slightly as her mind twisted what he had been saying.

Why did her mind constantly do that? Just because she had noticed he was attractive? So her mind was in natural flirt mode? Really? He was her son, not some random guy she had seen who she liked. And she loved Chris besides! Ok, so she didn't go blind when she got married but still, she was no schoolgirl to be getting this flustered over an attractive guy!

Trying to ignore her cheeks Holly tried her best to keep her mind where it should be.

"Yeah, you've been warned." She advised him as she walked back to where she needed to be for her shot.

Taking it she sank the next ball, only to miss her next. Fortunately Casey missed his also but then so did Holly. And it wasn't, at least this time, because she was flustered by how her son looked. At least not all of the time. There were a couple of times when he would stretch or lean his muscular arms on the table edge that she had to refocus on what she was doing. But still, she was fine. Really.

Finally after Casey had taken his shots, right up until he was on the eight ball, Holly lined up with the three other balls she had to sink in order to catch up to him. And she was not at a good angle at all.

Leaning over the table her breasts gently rubbed the felt as she positioned herself and got ready to strike. One...two...thr...

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Casey asked calmly and Holly glanced up at him curiously and cautiously.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" She asked in return, eyeing him suspiciously.

"The angle's wrong. You'll bounce that ball off the cushion before it goes into the pocket." Her son replied in what seemed like genuine advice.

For a moment Holly looked at the ball and then back at him. Was this some kind of ploy so that she wouldn't take the shot and he would win? Holly's competitive nature flared up at that but then her more rational side thankfully took over. Why would he do that, he was already on the eight ball anyway? What did he have to lose by her sinking one of her three remaining balls?

Finally her rational side won over her suspicious side and Holly leaned back up.

"Do you have any better advice?" She asked as if having it dragged out of her. She didn't like admitting that she wasn't as good as him.

Smiling broadly Casey walked over behind her and took one end of the cue.

"Lean down." He almost commanded and Holly only glanced at him before bending over the table with the cue in her hands.

It turned out that Casey wanted to show her the right angle for the shot, and so he leaned over her from behind her and helped her position the cue just right so that she could see where she needed to hit the ball in order to get it in the pocket. Stretching over her Casey moved her hands and adjusted the cue as he pressed himself against her from behind. All of it was very platonic and Casey did nothing other than show her how to hold the cue and where to strike best as he leaned closer to her to whisper into her ear, only Holly could barely pay attention.

Feeling him this close to her, knowing just how hot he was, and feeling his bulging bathing shorts pressing firmly into her from behind as all she wore was a bikini and a sarong, Holly's mind ran rampant. Her cheeks turned a dark crimson at the thoughts and she could barely understand anything Casey was saying as she was just all too aware of his defined body pressing against her and his well-endowed crotch pressing firmly into her ass.

Finally he moved, leaning back up and squeezing her waist before he moved to stand beside the table. Only Holly couldn't do more than just hold her position perfectly still as her heart raced in her chest and her hands wanted to shake.

"You should get it now." Casey said and Holly had to think twice before she could do more than stare wildly at the ball in front of her.

When her mind finally cleared Holly took a deep, calming breath before taking the shot...and WAM! the ball went straight into the pocket, just as Casey had said.

Standing up straight Holly felt her legs wobble a little from how nervous she felt inside -- what was wrong with her! Anyone would think she had never seen an attractive guy before! -- but soon enough she was secure enough to smile at potting the ball.

"Perfect!" Casey announced and clapped his hands, which made Holly grin like an idiot.

"Thank you." She said, taking the compliment. "And for the help."

"Anytime." Casey replied and Holly smiled impishly at him.

"Anytime? Even for this next shot?" She asked with amused curiosity and Casey grinned and nodded. Not one to miss out on being that close to his mother again.

"I'll do that any time you want, mom." He answered with suave confidence and Holly smiled as she leaned down to get ready to take her next shot.

It turned out that she really could have used his help on the next shot as this time she missed, allowing Casey to sink the black before she could take her next turn. Celebrating the good game with him, and the fact that he seemed to be in a little happier mood now that she had taken his mind off what his friends and brothers were doing, Holly racked the balls up for another game.

This one was a little closer as Holly made sure to take advantage of all the help that Casey was offering. And so more than once the hot brunette mother had her son leaning over her from behind helping guide her hands on the cue to where she had to strike. At first Holly's heart skipped beats but soon she became used to it and just gently flirted along with it as thoughts floated through her mind. Of course she didn't think that she was flirting, but if Casey had been anyone but her son she definitely would have been!

Soon another game turned into another, and then another, until a few hours had passed with just a little flirting each time Holly saw Casey as an attractive young man as they played and had fun. Finally the two of them were on their last game of pool, joking around and laughing, Casey having forgotten all about the weekend he was missing out on as he enjoyed being around his half-naked mother, when Casey was taking his turn and Holly 'accidentally' hit the end of his cue. The ball he had been trying to hit bounced almost off the table and Holly burst out laughing at the shot.

"Hey, that was you! No fair!" Casey announced with playful offense.

"It was just an accident. Besides, I thought you were the pro at this?" Holly replied with a mischievous grin.

Eyeing her sideways Casey let her take her shot, which she missed as well much to his delight, before taking up position for his next turn.

Once again, however, as he drew back the cue for another shot Holly tipped the edge with her cue knocking him off course and sending the cue ball flying off the table as it bounced off the cushion.

"Right, that's uncalled for!" Casey announced as he marched over towards his giggling mother

"What? I didn't do anything!" She protested in fits of laughter as her son came over and grabbed her by the waist.

Holly struggled to pull herself away as Casey playfully held on to her and ticked her sides so that she laughed harder and writhed even harder.

"Casey...stop!" Holly objected between giggles but Casey wouldn't let her go.

Tickling and struggling the pair flailed about until suddenly Casey fell backward and pulled Holly with him until she plopped down right on his lap. The beautiful mother's mouth shot open, not only because of the unexpected fall but also because she had landed square on his bulging manhood and Holly felt the semi-hardness press firmly into her ass as she sat on her son's lap.

Casey wasted no time, however, in tickling her some more and so Holly barely had time to register what she was sitting on when she began kicking and writhing in his strong hands as he prodded and teased her sides. Her large breasts jiggled wantonly as she fought back to no avail, Casey was just too strong, and it wasn't long before the stunning brunette was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"Ok, ok, you win! You win!" She chuckled out but Casey wouldn't listen until she begged him a couple more times. "You win, Casey! Please! Oh god! Please! You win, ok?"

Finally her son stopped tickling her sides and sat holding her on his lap with a wide grin.

"You admit that was uncalled for?" He said brightly and Holly raggedly drew air into her lungs.

"Yes!" She finally admitted, "But I couldn't help it. I told you I'm a cheater who loves cheating." She added with a stunningly bright smile as she rested her hands on his on her waist. Making sure that he wasn't going to tickle her any longer.

Casey gave her a playful growl at that and Holly only laughed again lightly. And then she felt the solid bulge pushing into her ass cheeks that she was sitting on. Solid and hard from where she had been writhing on top of him.

Holly almost jumped like she had sat on a snake but Casey's hands were holding her too firmly onto him for her to do anything and she didn't want to say anything lest she embarrass her son. It was obvious that he was going to get a hard on from having a hot woman writhing on his lap, but still, she was his mother! Ignoring the flashing images of how attractive her son was and what exactly he was packing down there, Holly pried his fingers from her waist and tried to stand up as nonchalantly as she could.

"Fine, you win this game too. Happy now?" She asked as she stood up and tried to compose herself. And kept her eyes firmly on his face rather than taking a look at what she had sat on like she curiously wanted to.

"Fine. Just this once. But next time you cheat there will be no let up in what I do to you, ok?" He replied with a grin and Holly laughed softly as she backed away from him cautiously. Both in case he reached for her to tickle her again and because she wanted to keep her mind under control. Fuck he had been huge!

"Deal." Holly agreed before holding out her hand.

Taking it Casey shook her hand before gently pulling her towards him so he could kiss her cheek.

"Love you, mom." He said with a smile and Holly felt her heart melt.

"I love you too, Case." She replied.

Pulling him up with her hand Holly turned back towards the pool table a moment before looking back to Casey.

"Shall we call it a day? I think you won every game." She asked and Casey laughed softly.

"Sure." He answered, "I know how competitive you get so we'll be here all night otherwise."

This time Holly slapped his arm...his tough, strong arm...before she spun around and walked backwards towards the stairs.

"Movie?" She asked brightly and Casey nodded.

"Movie." He answered in return and Holly spun around again and almost bounced up the stairs.

Heading into the lounge Holly switched on the television and opened up the movie streaming app they used. Before long the pair were seated next to each other on the sofa, popcorn in hand, watching what passed for a horror movie. It wasn't particularly scary though it did have a few jump scares in it that had Holly nearly upending the popcorn everywhere until Casey took custody of the bowl.

And so night passed on with the mother and son watching first one movie and then another, ordering pizza in between. The night was rather uneventful at first but Holly was just glad that Casey seemed to be having a good time. He had seemed to forget what he was missing out on except when once or twice his phone beeped and he received another message. It took Holly a little time to get him to cheer up after that, and little did the 38-year-old mother know that most of the time Casey only smiled once more as she lay into him or let him put his arm around her, or when she jumped and her half-uncovered tits bounced lusciously, sometimes with popcorn falling between them.

Even so it was a pleasant evening and Casey seemed to stay in good humour for most of it, which made Holly rather pleased. Finally, however, as the night wore on Casey stretched and stood up.

"I think I'm going to take a shower." He said finally, and a little tiredly.

"Ok, good idea." Holly replied as she placed the popcorn bowl he had handed her on the table in front of her.

"Good night, mom." He said with a loving smile, "And thank you for doing this for me."

Smiling warmly in return Holly watched as Casey walked off towards the stairs and then she sank back into the sofa feeling content.

A little time passed before Holly switched off the television and thought that a shower would be just perfect for her as well. And so heading upstairs she made her way towards her and Chris' bedroom, looking forward to the cool water cascading down over her after the beautiful heat of the day.

As she made her way along the hallway however Holly found Casey's shirt strewn on the floor by the bathroom. Picking it up as she thought what a slob her kids could be, the beautiful mother made her way towards his room. Knocking on the door Holly waited. No answer came, which meant that Casey was still in the shower, and so Holly walked in and over to the bed where she folded the t-shirt and placed it on the end of the bed.

Turning to go, Holly's eyes caught sight of Casey's computer. The screen was on and some kind of Word document was up. Smiling to herself Holly walked over, thinking to find one of Casey's illusive stories that he always talked of writing, and sure enough she did. But it was not what she expected.

"...She screamed out loud as Casey fucked her into the bed. Her giant tits bouncing around with every deep stroke he made..."

Holly blinked and sat down in the chair feeling her stomach churn a little in shock as she read a little more.

"...Moaning how much she loved his cock Casey pounded her harder, fucking her until she clawed his back in pure pleasure..."

This was what Casey was working on? Erotic stories? Holly skim read the rest of the page feeling more and more shocked by what she saw. Page after page of sex with Casey as the guy involved and some woman he thought would act really slutty by the sounds of it. And then she saw her name and Casey calling the woman 'mom'.

Holly's whole mind suddenly jerked and spun and her stomach seemed to do flips. Casey was writing erotic fiction about her?? No...about him and her! Having sex. And enjoying it, clearly.

Feeling numb the 38-year-old mother flicked through the pages increasingly shocked at what she read. Over and over again Casey had written about having sex with her and how much they both enjoyed it. He had written about his 'huge, nine-inch cock', which had to be an exaggeration, just like the size of her tits which he never seemed to guess quite rightly. He had written about them having sex in different places and different ways, but every time Holly had loved it and called herself his slut, and every time she had been a slut for his dick. Fuck, the things he had her saying! She never said things like this in real life! Not even during the best sex ever with Chris!

Seeing the window with the file in it, Holly clicked on it and saw several other stories, all titled things about Casey and his mom. Opening each one up in turn Holly was even more shocked to see how many stories her son had written about her. Moreover, he had even begun writing one where she was wearing the very bikini she was wearing right now! And sunbathing as he massaged her!

Covering her chest up Holly skimmed through the stories and found them all much the same. All sex stories. All involving her and Casey. All where they both loved the sex. And Holly stared dumbfounded at the screen.

Casey was writing sex stories about her? He saw her this way? He had sexual fantasies about her? She had heard that many sons fantasise about their mothers but she had never thought her own son had thoughts like this about her! And so many...and so detailed! These stories were not short either. Casey had written a lot about their adventures, taking his time to build up until they finally did the deed. Most of the time with Holly dropping to her knees first and then begging him to fuck her.

Holly sat astonished and speechless as her mind whirled. Casey thought quite clearly about her sexually and obviously thought about it a lot. Including the last couple of days. There was even a story where she was wearing what she had been the day before!

Holly couldn't believe what she was seeing, however before she could do more than stare at what was in front of her she heard the shower turn off in the next room. Quickly closing the other stories and putting everything back as she found it, Holly hurriedly made her way out of her son's room, closing the door behind her, and almost ran into her and Chris' room. Pushing the door to behind her Holly sat on the edge of the bed in shock, running through everything in her mind.

Casey was young and at that age where he would be thinking a lot of sexual thoughts. And it was obviously true that a lot of guys thought about their mothers sexually. But she had never imagined her would think of her like that...and write about it so detailed. She didn't know what to think! The one thing she was surprised about was how she wasn't revolted. That was likely because she understood that he was a young man and one who was obviously in the norm of thinking about his mother like that. It was all perfectly normal. She was just shocked. She would never have guessed in a million years he had thought of her like that!

For a long while the 38-year-old mother sat and stared blankly across the room as she tried to process what she had seen. Some of his stories even had pictures of her! Why would he write so many stories about her when he could have been fantasising about any woman? Oh, Holly knew that she was what society would consider attractive, but still. So were a lot of women. None of whom were Casey's own mother!

It was at that moment that another thought finally clicked. Casey was attracted to her. And not just like he saw her as a beautiful woman. He was actually sexually attracted to her! He had the hots for his own mother!

For a while Holly could do nothing but go over the same thoughts, lying down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling in astonishment. Then came the thought of what she was going to do now she knew. And that brought a sudden sense of dread.

She had been unable to get the thoughts of how attractive Casey was as a guy out of her head today, how was she ever going to forget this!? How was she ever going to be able to look him in the eye? How was she ever going to be able to wear anything even remotely revealing around him now? All of these thoughts and more poured through Holly's mind, revolving around that one thought: my son finds me sexually attractive. She had to appear normal. That was obvious. Casey didn't know that she had found his stories and that she knew about his little fetish. Moreover, it wasn't really Casey's fault. He couldn't help how he felt about her. And it was perfectly normal according to many psychologists. But how could she not feel different now that she knew?

Holly had no idea. Mechanically moving to get ready for bed Holly forgot to take her shower as she climbed under the thin sheets almost like a robot. Sleep was a long time coming and when it did come Holly's dreams were filled with images of a really attractive guy, well built and hung, chasing after her. Oddly he caught her more than once and moved to kiss her, only for him to be her son. She fled again but she kept moving slower and slower until he caught her and held onto her. In her dream Holly found him strikingly attractive and wanted him to kiss her until she saw who he was. But fighting against him grew ever more difficult. She was never so happy to wake up the next day as she was then.

[Sunday]

The morning sunlight found its way through the windows, drifting across the bed, and lighted upon Holly's closed eyes, stirring her from sleep. For a blessed moment as she stretched Holly was oblivious to the night before and then memory came crashing home and her cheeks turned crimson.

For a while all she did was lie in bed staring at the ceiling, both trying to forget what she had found out while at the same time trying to work it all out. She shouldn't feel so shocked by it all. It was perfectly natural. But even so she still couldn't shake her disbelief.

Holly was still thinking everything over as she got up and took her shower, this time not even noticing the refreshing feel of the cool water running over her. Her mind just wandered, incredulous and unsure about what she had read. She couldn't be mistaken as she had read enough of the stories to be very sure that Casey had been writing about her. But even so part of her wondered just maybe she had misunderstood. Maybe he didn't have a thing for her. Or at least maybe he had a fantasy about her because she was attractive but didn't actually have a thing for her. Kind of like how she had reacted to how he looked but that she wasn't attracted to him. Maybe that was what was going on.

As she turned the shower off Holly stepped out and grabbed her towel thinking that maybe she had figured out what was going on. But at the same time a nagging suspicion made her think that he really did have the hots for her. Not able to settle either side the beautiful mother wracked her brain before finally coming up with a way to find out.

And so, keeping her towel wrapped around her Holly made her way out of her bedroom and walked towards Casey's room. Knocking on the door Holly waited until Casey yelled for her to come in and then opened the door. Standing in the doorway the stunning brunette lifted one hand up to grasp the top of the door frame as she half-leaned against it, doing her best to look as sexy as she could in her towel as she spoke.

"Hey, baby!" Holly said in a sweet and slightly flirtatious tone.

"Hey mom." Casey replied with a bright smile as he closed his laptop. Had he been writing about her just then? Holly felt her stomach flutter. Or would he write about her in a towel after she was gone?

Dismissing both thoughts Holly leaned back sexily against the doorframe as she spoke, intent on seeing if Casey had any reaction to what she was wearing.

"Got any plans today?" She asked innocently as her one hand played with the door frame above her. The sinuous way her body stood, emphasising her towel covered body, large, full breasts and tight ass would have looked sexy to anyone paying attention and Holly could see Casey paying attention to her. But she couldn't tell if he was reacting at all.

"Nothing much. Everyone's busy getting ready for the big party tonight, so I've got nothing to do. Unless you want to do something?" He replied sounding as perfectly normal as he could, rather than as a guy who was ogling the sexy way that his mother stood in front of him.

The one thing that Holly did notice was that despite having talked about his friends at the lake Casey hadn't sounded even slightly glum. Maybe he was getting over it, or figuring it was almost over now anyway. Or maybe there was something else he was enjoying more. Like her.

Holly had no idea and couldn't tell, but she was far from done. Lowering her arm she snaked both behind her so that her chest pushed out a little as she leaned back.

"We can do something if you like." She responded sweetly, "I'm going to get a tan in a bit, you can put some lotion on me if you'd like?"

She knew that if he did have a thing for her then that should get some kind of reaction, and it did. Though Holly had no idea if that was because he loved the idea or felt a little uncomfortable. All Casey did was glance down at the floor, clear his throat, and then grin up at her as he shifted a little on his computer chair. Whether that meant he liked the idea of rubbing cream all over her slender body in the sun or not Holly had no idea. She needed to find out more. She had to know!

"Yeah. Sounds good." Casey replied. Was that a little too quickly? A little too eagerly? Did he stutter?

Holly had no idea if she was reading things into anything because of wanting to find something out or not. Damn it.

"Ok, I'll see you downstairs." She said with the most sweet and sensuous smile that she could before very slowly turning around, glancing over her shoulder to see if he had looked at her ass -- which she couldn't tell! -- and then lightly stepping out of the room.

Pulling the door closed behind her Holly felt a sudden pang of fear. What had she just done? She had just acted all flirty in front of her own son! Feeling a little lightheaded at that the beautiful mother pushed the thought aside. She had to know if he liked her. And this was the only way to find out.

The only problem was that she hadn't found out anything at all. So as she walked back to her room she decided that she was going to have to turn things up a little if she was going to get any kind of reaction from Casey at all. Unless, of course, this was his reaction and he didn't like her? Well, the only way she was going to be sure one way or the other was to really flirt with him and see how he reacted. That way she would know.\

And so walking back into her room Holly closed the door behind her and opened the wardrobe. Taking her time to think Holly suddenly realised that this would be the perfect opportunity to tease Casey. And so taking out her other bikini, this one red and a little smaller, Holly quickly dropped the towel on the floor and got herself dressed. Looking over herself in the mirror the beautiful 38-year-old mother was impressed with how she looked. Her large, bulging breasts stood proud and firm, barely contained in the small triangles of the bikini top. Her long legs and slender waist were perfectly shown off, as was her tight ass, by the elegantly cut bikini bottoms that rose up her hips. If there was one outfit that no guy would be able to resist it was this one, she thought. And so happily stepping out of her room Holly trotted downstairs towards the kitchen.

Once there the beautiful mother didn't have to wait long before she heard Casey coming downstairs. Brushing her hair back over her shoulders Holly leaned sexily against the counter, making sure that her body was outlined perfectly, as she waited. Finally Casey came around the corner and for a moment he stopped as he looked at her before slowly walking in and sitting down on one of the stools by the counter.

A-ha! Holly thought! He did notice and couldn't resist! She had him now.

"What's wrong?" He asked sounding a little nervous. Was that because he was drooling on the inside about how she looked? Or...oh no, was he just thinking that she was waiting for him as he had done something wrong? Holly didn't know and she felt frustrated at that.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just glad you're here." She replied lovingly as she reached forward to stroke his face.

Casey only eyed her weirdly, like he was wondering what she was doing, but Holly still didn't know so she was far from done yet.

Stepping round to him she wrapped her arms around his neck as she smiled at him, bringing her chest closer to his face as she did.

"Can't a mother be glad that her son is here?" She asked cutely with a small flirty smile that set smoke smouldering in her eyes.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. I just thought I'd done something with how you looked." Casey replied and Holly laughed softly, a smooth fingers-down-your-neck kind of laugh.

"Why do you think you've been a naughty boy?" Holly asked teasingly as she manoeuvred herself to half-sit, half-lean against his lap, placing her ass directly over his short-covered crotch.

Licking his lips, Casey cleared his throat.

"Erm, I don't." He answered a little nervously, though whether because he was confused or liked what she was doing Holly didn't know.

"Not even a little?" Holly asked teasingly before pretending to slip so that her ass rubbed down his crotch.

Casey's hands instantly found her slim waist as he tried to save her from falling and Holly felt a small flutter pass through her at the sensation. He was holding onto her like he had written about so much in his stories. Was he thinking of bouncing her on his dick like he had described? Or bending her over the counter? For a moment the image of Casey being the well-defined and attractive young man flashed into Holly's mind and just for a second the hot wife and mother felt her pussy tingle at the thought before she realised who she was thinking of.

That made Holly want to jump off Casey like he was a hot grill, but she still hadn't figured out how he felt and she had to know! And so righting herself Holly smiled a thanks to Casey and let him hold her as she relaxed on his lap.

"If you're anything like you're father you've always got some naughty thoughts going on, Casey. Anything you want to tell me?" She asked playfully as she turned her face to look up at him, her mouth tentatively close to his as she pulled her arms tighter around his neck, causing her large breasts to rub hotly against his bare chest.

The feel of his muscular body beneath her once more sent a flutter through Holly's stomach, but she paid little attention to it this time as she stared deep into Casey's eyes with her own.

"No. I'm all innocent, mom. Honest." Casey replied, belying his own words as Holly began to feel a stirring in his shorts beneath her ass.

Holly just smiled, sure that she had found evidence of him being attracted to her now, before she stood up and let her arms snake from around his neck. Casey still held on to her waist until she stepped to move away from him. Holly oddly felt a little at a loss as his strong fingers left her body, almost as if she had enjoyed his touch.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you're behaving." She said as normally and non-flirtily as she could as she once more stepped around the counter, noticing that Casey was trying his best to cover up his now bulging shorts as subtly as he could.

"Always, mom." Casey replied with a little bit of a strangled tone to his voice before he stood up, hiding his aching crotch behind the counter, and sounded all lively as he asked, "Shall we go outside then?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Holly answered, a little more flirty than she had intended but then her son was acting all cute trying to hide his arousal at her from her. Plus Holly couldn't help but think that maybe just having her grinding on his lap would be enough to stir his cock whether he liked her or not, and so she still wasn't one hundred percent sure that she had found proof that he had a thing for her yet. She would though. Oh yes, she would.

Following her son out of the back doors Holly was welcomed to the day by a wall of heat as the sun washed down on her. Heading over to the lounger where Casey was picking up the lotion bottle, Holly smiled and climbed on, half-lying down on her front. For a moment the beautiful brunette waited, enjoying the feel of the sun beating down on her, when the sudden feel of Casey's fingers on her back made her jump.

"Cold, is it?" Her son asked as he leaned over the lounger to rub the cool lotion into her bare back, his fingers teasing where the bikini top tied together as he rubbed up and down firmly.

"Just a little." Holly lied. Well, the lotion was cool compared to her skin and the heat but that wasn't what had made her jump.

"It's alright, I'll rub it in." Casey replied intently as he began to make circular motions with his hands.

The feel of his strong hands on her skin set Holly's mind racing. Partly out of fear of what she was letting him do -- at least, in why she was letting him do it -- and partly out of how nice it felt to have such strong hands from such a good looking guy on her. The more he rubbed the lotion in, slick and slimy, almost like he was oiling her up, the more Holly sighed. It was like a massage using oil, and Casey was an expert.

It wasn't long before the brunette mother had forgotten why she was letting her son rub lotion on her and just lost herself in the feel of him rubbing her skin. His hands were sure and confident, pressing in to her tight muscles as much as they rubbed the lotion in, and only around the top of her ass and the hitch of her bikini top did Casey become somewhat hesitant. At least until Holly, somewhat dazedly from what she was feeling, told him to not forget her legs. And so Casey did just that, rubbing more lotion into her legs -- up and down, round and over her smooth legs -- reaching almost to her crotch with his fingers but hesitantly slowing down.

Holly didn't know if she was annoyed at that or relieved. As her mind swam from the oily massage the beautiful 38-year-old couldn't help but think of who was touching her body. A hot looking young man. Only when that thought fully materialised did Holly shake her head as she remembered that that hunk of a guy was her son. But the more he rubbed her back and legs the longer it took for the gorgeous mother to realise what she was thinking and about who rather than just focusing on how attractive Casey was. And the more part of her didn't want him to hesitate around the top of her ass and bikini top strings.

Finally, however, Casey was done.

"Roll over." He said softly and Holly did so without even a second thought, almost like he had commanded her and she had obeyed.

Rolling onto her back the beautiful brunette sighed happily once more as Casey began to rub her shoulders, letting his hands wander just a little down towards her heaving breasts before sliding them back up. More oily lotion met her skin and while Casey never ventured onto her breasts he did start rubbing her flat stomach and down the other side of her legs again.

Raising each leg for him to have easy access to Holly leaned back, her back arching slightly from how good her son's ministrations felt. The moment he returned to her shoulders Holly had to resist from pulling his hands down to cover the exposed areas of her breasts with lotion as the heat was getting to those areas more because of the lack. Instead she just lay there enjoying his touch...until as he was rubbing around her shoulders, leaning over her, Holly's eyes popped open. The moment they did they shot open into huge round circles as right beside her face stood Casey's enormously bulging crotch...and boy was it swollen!

Glancing up to look at him, Holly noticed that Casey wasn't even paying attention, rather he was focused solely on what he was doing with his fingers. And so Holly's eyes dipped back down to stare at the protruding bulge that was just inches from her face. Fuck! He looked huge that close to her! But more than that, he looked like he was so hard he was having a difficult time being contained by his bathing shorts!

Gulping, Holly felt a million emotions pass through her at the same time. Surprise. Shock. Fear. Aversion. Interest. Curiosity. Amazement. Pleased, at having made such an impression on him. Conviction, that she had finally found proof that he had the hots for her now after seeing just how turned on he was by massaging lotion into her! All of these and more passed through Holly's mind and made her stomach flutter...God, how big was he!?...in the time it took her to focus on what was in front of her. In those split seconds the hot mother felt like she couldn't breathe nor move her head. She felt glued to the spot, just hoping that Casey didn't lean ever so little towards her...while part of her hoped he did. How big was he!!?

It all only lasted a couple of seconds and Holly quickly shut her eyes as she noticed Casey move. In a second her son was diffidently moving away from her as he spoke.

"I've done all I can." Casey said hesitantly, obviously referring to the parts of her that he hadn't touched...and wouldn't. Whether he wanted to Holly had no idea, but by the look of his shorts she would bet a hundred to one that he did.

"Thank you, honey." Holly replied as calmly as she could, though her own voice shook unsteadily as she spoke.

"Um, ok...I'm gonna...just head upstairs for a bit..." Casey responded and Holly felt herself smile weakly, feeling sure she knew why he wanted to be alone right then. He had something big to take care of.

"Ok, I'll see you in a bit?" She asked and Casey replied 'sure' before heading off, no doubt glad that Holly had had her eyes closed and hadn't noticed his condition.

For her part Holly just lay there letting her breathing calm down and her heart stop beating so hard and fast. Why she was feeling the way she was she couldn't quite understand. She had just found out, almost positively, that her son had the hots for her. And, yes, she still had the image of this hot young man in her mind that she wouldn't mind having attention from. But still! This was her son! She shouldn't get flustered from him giving her a massage as he rubbed lotion on her, let alone feel stupefied by the closeness and size of his barely contained cock!

Trying to push all of her feelings away Holly tried to focus on the fact that she was now almost one hundred percent sure that Casey didn't just have an incest fetish but that he had a thing for her specifically. But part of her just wouldn't accept it. She wasn't a hundred percent sure. He could have just gotten horny from massaging a hot woman the way he was. It didn't mean he liked her specifically. She wasn't convinced by that as she was sure it was clear now, but that part of her wouldn't stop nagging at her. She had to know once and for all

So as she lay there enjoying the sun Holly tried to figure out the best way to tell whether her son liked her or not. But whatever she thought about her mind always came up with an alternative and after a few hours the stunning brunette hadn't come up with anything. And so as the heat of the day rose and Holly grew a little uncomfortable in the heat, she hopped up and headed through to the kitchen to get a drink.

Getting some juice Holly took it through to the lounge with her before plonking herself down on the sofa, relishing in the cool feel of the material on her warm skin. For a moment she just sat enjoying the peace and quiet before reaching up to switch on the stereo. Tapping her foot to the music Holly thought about the day ahead and what she was going to do about Casey. Still nothing appeared in her mind and so after a little while she stood up and headed toward her room, figuring she could at least get out of her bikini.

As she walked passed Casey's room his music was blaring loudly as he did while writing and Holly felt her cheeks blush red. Was he in there right now writing about her? Writing a story where he massaged lotion into her only without stopping near her breasts and ass? Or was he jacking off right now? Taking care of that...huge...bulge he had? Holly quickened her pace to walk passed as her breathing became more sharp at the thoughts of a guy looking like Casey did, tall, muscular, well-defined, attractive, cut, and mmm tasty, pleasuring his enormous rod just behind a thin wooden door. All she had to do was open the door, pretend she had knocked or had forgotten to and she would see. The image of a hot young man right there with his huge cock in his hands made Holly's stomach and pussy flutter before she once more remembered that this wasn't just some guy, this was her own son!

Stepping in to her own room Holly closed the door as if to ward off her thoughts and Casey. Leaning back against the door she let herself catch her breath before walking over to her wardrobe. Looking down at her bikini Holly quickly suppressed the images of Casey massaging her before she hurriedly pulled the thing off and reached for some matching white lace underwear and bra. Once on she searched through her closet until, yes!, she found her white summer dress. This thing was functional and yet cool and pretty. As she pulled it on and reached back to zip it up Holly spun as she looked in the mirror.

The sight that greeted her was exquisite. The dress came down to just above her knees and curved in to meet her slender waist perfectly before filling out to cover her large, 34DD breasts. It was low-cut enough to show a generous hint of cleavage but still look like something she could go to a party in. The slightly flared out skirt rested on her tight ass in a way that drew attention and showed off her silky smooth legs to perfection. Reaching for some matching slip-on sandals Holly pulled them on before throwing her bikini in the wash bin and twirling to make sure she had gotten the dress to sit just right.

Running her hands down her dress and over her ass Holly smiled at how she looked before turning back towards the door. Heading passed Casey's room as quickly as she could Holly tried not to think of what her son was writing about the pair of them doing as she made her way back down to the lounge. The problem was that trying not to think of something was always the worst way to forget about it and so the whole way all Holly could think about was what she and Casey were doing in his stories. Or what he was doing to her and she loving. That was what his stories had seemed like!

If he had been anyone else the thoughts would have been hot. The idea of a guy that looked like he did doing those things to her. She was a happily married woman but wow she would have had to lock herself in her room at those thoughts. But whenever she thought of that that one sneaking thought eventually caught up to her: this was her son. Granted he was her son who had a thing for her...she thought...but still! How he had the hots for her she just couldn't understand. At least, not completely. She could understand him finding her attractive, she guessed. After all, she could see why he would be objectively attractive. So why shouldn't he?

Shaking her head Holly stopped herself from thinking any further. It was almost like she was rationalising his liking her rather than finding it a shocking thing. And so heading into the lounge Holly threw herself onto the sofa and tried her best to lose herself in the music. It worked. At least until Casey came back down stairs.

"Hey, mom." Casey greeted as he came into the lounge.

"Hey, baby." Holly replied before adding without thinking, "Did you get everything done? I know you've been writing again."

Both Casey's cheeks and Holly's flamed up at that, though for different reasons. Casey blushed because he knew what he had been doing, whereas Holly's flared up not only because she also knew what he had been doing but she hadn't intended to say anything. And now her mind was filled with images of what he would have been writing about her.

"Yeah, I got a lot done. But I needed a break." Her son answered, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Like he had nothing embarrassing to hide at all. Nothing about writing about his own mother being fucked relentlessly by him.

The first thought that flitted into Holly's mind, as her eyes glanced down towards his shorts, was that after a few hours of writing and taking care of himself she wasn't surprised he needed a break. That just made her cheeks heat even faster.

Trying to think on her feet to say something that would take her mind off what she was thinking, Holly spoke the first thing that came into her mind.

"Well, seeing as you're down here taking a break why don't you dance with your mother?" She asked and then realised what she had said.

She was still trying to work out if Casey had the hots for her specifically or not and so she had said the first thing that she thought of while trying to do her best to distract herself. Well, she had said it now so there was no taking it back. She could just act as normal as possible. And so she tried to. Keeping her eyes on her son's face Holly watched as Casey's cheeks reddened a little more and he looked like a deer trapped in headlights.

"Um, sure." He said, not really having anything else he could say right then.

"Great!" Holly exclaimed as she pushed herself up off the sofa.

Standing up Holly once more noticed the size of her son compared to her and felt her stomach flutter. When had he grown into such a strapping young man?

"Ok, just come here." She said as Casey looked at her a little sheepishly.

Walking over her son seemed even more hesitant as Holly directed him to place his arms around her as she reached up to wind her own around his neck.

"There we go. See. I'm not going to bite you." She joked and then felt her cheeks heat up at the thought.

Had Casey ever written about her biting him? The way his cheeks quickly matched hers made Holly's own cheeks deepen in colour. It was answer enough on its own.

Swaying gently to the music both mother and son moved a little awkwardly at first due to both being embarrassed. Not to mention that Holly had her mind filled with other things -- like whether her son wanted to fuck her or not! -- and Casey...well, he would need to write another story after this, that was for sure.

After a few minutes however Holly began to relax which seemed to help Casey relax and soon the two of them were moving to the music deftly, smiling as they looked into each other's eyes.