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.