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.