Holly opened her mouth to come back with a witty retort however all she could see once again was how well-defined Casey’s shape was and how charmingly stunning he looked with that cheeky grin on his face. Instead Holly just waited and tried to ignore the thoughts in her mind as she waited for him to miss his next shot. Which fortunately he did.
“Ha!” She exclaimed, not being competitive at all, and felt a flutter pass through her at the amused smile that Casey gave her.
Setting herself up for her shot Holly was getting ready to take it when suddenly Casey jabbed her gently in the side, tickling her so that she jumped almost a thousand miles.
“Hey! Not fair!” She laughed.
“Just getting you back for laughing at me missing a shot.” Casey teased as if that was the only reason he wanted to touch his mother’s naked waist.
“Well you watch yourself, mister. I have a stick, and I’m not afraid to use it.” She warned him jokingly as she held up the cue in front of her.
Stepping back with his hands raised Casey laughed softly, a sound that made Holly smile as she thought that she was once again getting him out of his melancholy.
“I’ve got no doubt you’re good with a stick in your hands.” He said innocently once more and Holly felt her cheeks redden slightly as her mind twisted what he had been saying.
Why did her mind constantly do that? Just because she had noticed he was attractive? So her mind was in natural flirt mode? Really? He was her son, not some random guy she had seen who she liked. And she loved Chris besides! Ok, so she didn’t go blind when she got married but still, she was no schoolgirl to be getting this flustered over an attractive guy!
Trying to ignore her cheeks Holly tried her best to keep her mind where it should be.
“Yeah, you’ve been warned.” She advised him as she walked back to where she needed to be for her shot.
Taking it she sank the next ball, only to miss her next. Fortunately Casey missed his also but then so did Holly. And it wasn’t, at least this time, because she was flustered by how her son looked. At least not all of the time. There were a couple of times when he would stretch or lean his muscular arms on the table edge that she had to refocus on what she was doing. But still, she was fine. Really.
Finally after Casey had taken his shots, right up until he was on the eight ball, Holly lined up with the three other balls she had to sink in order to catch up to him. And she was not at a good angle at all.
Leaning over the table her breasts gently rubbed the felt as she positioned herself and got ready to strike. One… two… thr…
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Casey asked calmly and Holly glanced up at him curiously and cautiously.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” She asked in return, eyeing him suspiciously.
“The angle’s wrong. You’ll bounce that ball off the cushion before it goes into the pocket.” Her son replied in what seemed like genuine advice.
For a moment Holly looked at the ball and then back at him. Was this some kind of ploy so that she wouldn’t take the shot and he would win? Holly’s competitive nature flared up at that but then her more rational side thankfully took over. Why would he do that, he was already on the eight ball anyway? What did he have to lose by her sinking one of her three remaining balls?
Finally her rational side won over her suspicious side and Holly leaned back up.
“Do you have any better advice?” She asked as if having it dragged out of her. She didn’t like admitting that she wasn’t as good as him.
Smiling broadly Casey walked over behind her and took one end of the cue.
“Lean down.” He almost commanded and Holly only glanced at him before bending over the table with the cue in her hands.
It turned out that Casey wanted to show her the right angle for the shot, and so he leaned over her from behind her and helped her position the cue just right so that she could see where she needed to hit the ball in order to get it in the pocket. Stretching over her Casey moved her hands and adjusted the cue as he pressed himself against her from behind. All of it was very platonic and Casey did nothing other than show her how to hold the cue and where to strike best as he leaned closer to her to whisper into her ear, only Holly could barely pay attention.
Feeling him this close to her, knowing just how hot he was, and feeling his bulging bathing shorts pressing firmly into her from behind as all she wore was a bikini and a sarong, Holly’s mind ran rampant. Her cheeks turned a dark crimson at the thoughts and she could barely understand anything Casey was saying as she was just all too aware of his defined body pressing against her and his well-endowed crotch pressing firmly into her ass.
Finally he moved, leaning back up and squeezing her waist before he moved to stand beside the table. Only Holly couldn’t do more than just hold her position perfectly still as her heart raced in her chest and her hands wanted to shake.
“You should get it now.” Casey said and Holly had to think twice before she could do more than stare wildly at the ball in front of her.
When her mind finally cleared Holly took a deep, calming breath before taking the shot… and WAM! the ball went straight into the pocket, just as Casey had said.
Standing up straight Holly felt her legs wobble a little from how nervous she felt inside — what was wrong with her! Anyone would think she had never seen an attractive guy before! — but soon enough she was secure enough to smile at potting the ball.
“Perfect!” Casey announced and clapped his hands, which made Holly grin like an idiot.
“Thank you.” She said, taking the compliment. “And for the help.”
“Anytime.” Casey replied and Holly smiled impishly at him.
“Anytime? Even for this next shot?” She asked with amused curiosity and Casey grinned and nodded. Not one to miss out on being that close to his mother again.
“I’ll do that any time you want, mom.” He answered with suave confidence and Holly smiled as she leaned down to get ready to take her next shot.
It turned out that she really could have used his help on the next shot as this time she missed, allowing Casey to sink the black before she could take her next turn. Celebrating the good game with him, and the fact that he seemed to be in a little happier mood now that she had taken his mind off what his friends and brothers were doing, Holly racked the balls up for another game.