Holly gave her son a consoling look, once more that feeling of annoyance flared up at her husband, before she rubbed his shoulder once more comfortingly.
“We’ll sort something out. Go and try to call everyone again and I will speak with your dad. We’ll see what he has to say” She told him, trying her best to be as encouraging as possible.
With a glum nod Casey took out his phone again and walked back through to the lounge. Holly watched him go before reaching for the phone and dialling her husband. A few seconds later the phone picked up and her cheerful, ever-loving Chris lightly answered.
“Hey baby,” Holly’s husband jovially said to her, “What’s up? I thought you’d be out sunning yourself and not thinking of little ol’ me?”
“Well I was going to until our son walked in. You think you might have forgotten something?” She replied with a questioning sternness mixed with her love.
“Wha… Oh, you mean Casey?” Chris asked, sounding a little confused at first and then back to his normal playful self.
“Who else would I mean, unless you left another one of our sons here” She replied with a little firmness to her voice as she walked over to the refrigerator to grab herself another glass of juice. “Casey says you left him here?!”
“Now hold on there, Hol, the kid was really late and to be fair I did tell him yesterday what would happen if he wasn’t here on time.” Chris responded with warmth and a smile she could even hear on the phone, “Plus I’m just messing with him. He knows he can get another ride”
“And if he can’t?” She asked as she poured the juice and replaced the carton in the fridge, “He didn’t seem so sure.”
“Then it’ll teach him what the consequences are for not being on time. He’s a big kid, he’ll get over it.” Chris replied with his normal sense of humour. In fact, he almost seemed on the edge of laughter. To him this was probably all part of his normal ‘messing about’ thing. It probably seemed that way to Kayden and Reilly as well.
“Oh that’s a fine way of teaching him.” Holly responded sarcastically, adding as she walked back to the stool and sat, “You know one day your playing around is going to back fire on you, Christopher Clarke. Our son may not find it as funny as you.”
“He’ll get over it. He’s a big kid now. Besides, just tell him you’ll make it up to him.” Her husband replied without any sense of joking around, at least in what he meant. He still sounded like he was about to break out into laughter at any second.
For a moment Holly only gaped as she looked at the phone, then put it back to her ear.
“Me? Oh, no, you’ll be the one to make it up to him. This was your sense of a joke, mister.” She replied almost aghast.
“Aww, come on, Hol, you know me, I’m just playing the kid up. But it will teach him a lesson. Bet he won’t be late again.” Her husband responded with his winning charm and Holly couldn’t help but smile to herself a little. She could see the funny side of what Chris had done but he had still taken it too far. It would be down to her to smooth it over though. It always was. Chris was just too winning for his own good sometimes.
“Fine. But you better hope he gets a ride with his friends. He didn’t seem too happy about missing out on this weekend” She warned her husband as she sipped her juice.
“Just make sure it’s something worth his while. He’ll forget about it then.” Chris replied, before adding almost hurriedly, “Got to go, love, coming up to the tunnel so will lose signal. I’ll call you later.”
With that Holly’s husband blew her a kiss before hanging up. The beautiful brunette sighed into the phone before she placed it on the counter, whispering to the air what she thought of Chris right at that moment. She couldn’t believe that he had left Casey behind as a joke! Well, she could… it was the kind of thing that Chris would do and find funny, not thinking of how it might not be taken that way by others. But still.
Holly was washing her glass up and putting it away when Casey came back into the kitchen looking as glum as earlier.
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Casey turned the corner into the kitchen and for a moment, again, the despair and gloom that he felt about his morning and the upcoming weekend vanished as he was met with the image of his mother stretching to put a glass away in the cupboard. Her tight body looked lustrous in the thin, loose top that she had on, a top that drooped as she bent over and gave him a wondrous glimpse of her white-bra clad tits, and with the short shorts that showed off her legs and firm ass to perfection.
Fuck but she looked hot! And Casey didn’t mind admitting that! Not at all. He had always noticed how attractive his mother was but over the years since he had started noticing girls he had not been able to help but notice just how sexy his mother actually was. And that had turned into a desire that he would have thought strange and wrong if he hadn’t known that it was perfectly normal, and that he couldn’t help but notice when there was a gorgeous woman in front of him whether she was related to him or not!
But today of all days his mother looked stunning. Maybe it was because of how much her shorts didn’t cover or the way her top was see-through, or just how she had dressed in general because of the heat, but she looked perfect. From the way her long brown hair fell down her back in its ponytail to the colour and smoothness of her skin. And then there was how her curves pushed against her clothes just so as she leaned forward and up to put the glass away. Fuck but she was mouth-wateringly stunning! He had thought that as he had been cleaning up the glass with her and her top slipped forward, giving him a perfect view at her bra-clad breasts. Fuck but his father was a lucky guy. If Casey had ever been able to get a woman that hot to be with him he would never be out of bed with her!
Of course the eighteen-year-old knew that nothing was ever going to happen but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize or that he didn’t get a raging boner every time he saw his mother looking stupidly sexy like today. He could just enjoy the view and his thoughts… and boy did he have a lot of dirty thoughts as he stood for a moment transfixed by the sight before him… before being called back into reality.
Thinking of reality suddenly jerked the horny eighteen-year-old’s mind back from his hot mother and made him think of what had just happened. Then the gloominess settled back in and Casey forgot all about how much of a knockout his mother was as he just saw her as his mother again.
“Oh, hey honey.” His mother said with slight concern in her melodious voice as she shut the cupboard door and turned to look at him, dropping back to her heels, “Did you manage to sort anything out?” She asked as she brushed hair from her eyes and came to lean against the counter top.
Shaking his head Casey padded into the room and moperly took a seat on the stool in front of the counter.
“No.” He answered gloomily, “Everyone either didn’t pick up as they were driving, had full cars, or had already left.”