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.