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?