As she walked passed Casey’s room his music was blaring loudly as he did while writing and Holly felt her cheeks blush red. Was he in there right now writing about her? Writing a story where he massaged lotion into her only without stopping near her breasts and ass? Or was he jacking off right now? Taking care of that… huge… bulge he had? Holly quickened her pace to walk passed as her breathing became more sharp at the thoughts of a guy looking like Casey did, tall, muscular, well-defined, attractive, cut, and mmm tasty, pleasuring his enormous rod just behind a thin wooden door. All she had to do was open the door, pretend she had knocked or had forgotten to and she would see. The image of a hot young man right there with his huge cock in his hands made Holly’s stomach and pussy flutter before she once more remembered that this wasn’t just some guy, this was her own son!
Stepping in to her own room Holly closed the door as if to ward off her thoughts and Casey. Leaning back against the door she let herself catch her breath before walking over to her wardrobe. Looking down at her bikini Holly quickly suppressed the images of Casey massaging her before she hurriedly pulled the thing off and reached for some matching white lace underwear and bra. Once on she searched through her closet until, yes!, she found her white summer dress. This thing was functional and yet cool and pretty. As she pulled it on and reached back to zip it up Holly spun as she looked in the mirror.
The sight that greeted her was exquisite. The dress came down to just above her knees and curved in to meet her slender waist perfectly before filling out to cover her large, 34DD breasts. It was low-cut enough to show a generous hint of cleavage but still look like something she could go to a party in. The slightly flared out skirt rested on her tight ass in a way that drew attention and showed off her silky smooth legs to perfection. Reaching for some matching slip-on sandals Holly pulled them on before throwing her bikini in the wash bin and twirling to make sure she had gotten the dress to sit just right.
Running her hands down her dress and over her ass Holly smiled at how she looked before turning back towards the door. Heading passed Casey’s room as quickly as she could Holly tried not to think of what her son was writing about the pair of them doing as she made her way back down to the lounge. The problem was that trying not to think of something was always the worst way to forget about it and so the whole way all Holly could think about was what she and Casey were doing in his stories. Or what he was doing to her and she loving. That was what his stories had seemed like!
If he had been anyone else the thoughts would have been hot. The idea of a guy that looked like he did doing those things to her. She was a happily married woman but wow she would have had to lock herself in her room at those thoughts. But whenever she thought of that that one sneaking thought eventually caught up to her: this was her son. Granted he was her son who had a thing for her… she thought… but still! How he had the hots for her she just couldn’t understand. At least, not completely. She could understand him finding her attractive, she guessed. After all, she could see why he would be objectively attractive. So why shouldn’t he?
Shaking her head Holly stopped herself from thinking any further. It was almost like she was rationalising his liking her rather than finding it a shocking thing. And so heading into the lounge Holly threw herself onto the sofa and tried her best to lose herself in the music. It worked. At least until Casey came back down stairs.
“Hey, mom.” Casey greeted as he came into the lounge.
“Hey, baby.” Holly replied before adding without thinking, “Did you get everything done? I know you’ve been writing again.”
Both Casey’s cheeks and Holly’s flamed up at that, though for different reasons. Casey blushed because he knew what he had been doing, whereas Holly’s flared up not only because she also knew what he had been doing but she hadn’t intended to say anything. And now her mind was filled with images of what he would have been writing about her.
“Yeah, I got a lot done. But I needed a break.” Her son answered, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Like he had nothing embarrassing to hide at all. Nothing about writing about his own mother being fucked relentlessly by him.
The first thought that flitted into Holly’s mind, as her eyes glanced down towards his shorts, was that after a few hours of writing and taking care of himself she wasn’t surprised he needed a break. That just made her cheeks heat even faster.
Trying to think on her feet to say something that would take her mind off what she was thinking, Holly spoke the first thing that came into her mind.
“Well, seeing as you’re down here taking a break why don’t you dance with your mother?” She asked and then realised what she had said.
She was still trying to work out if Casey had the hots for her specifically or not and so she had said the first thing that she thought of while trying to do her best to distract herself. Well, she had said it now so there was no taking it back. She could just act as normal as possible. And so she tried to. Keeping her eyes on her son’s face Holly watched as Casey’s cheeks reddened a little more and he looked like a deer trapped in headlights.
“Um, sure.” He said, not really having anything else he could say right then.
“Great!” Holly exclaimed as she pushed herself up off the sofa.
Standing up Holly once more noticed the size of her son compared to her and felt her stomach flutter. When had he grown into such a strapping young man?
“Ok, just come here.” She said as Casey looked at her a little sheepishly.
Walking over her son seemed even more hesitant as Holly directed him to place his arms around her as she reached up to wind her own around his neck.
“There we go. See. I’m not going to bite you.” She joked and then felt her cheeks heat up at the thought.
Had Casey ever written about her biting him? The way his cheeks quickly matched hers made Holly’s own cheeks deepen in colour. It was answer enough on its own.
Swaying gently to the music both mother and son moved a little awkwardly at first due to both being embarrassed. Not to mention that Holly had her mind filled with other things — like whether her son wanted to fuck her or not! — and Casey… well, he would need to write another story after this, that was for sure.
After a few minutes however Holly began to relax which seemed to help Casey relax and soon the two of them were moving to the music deftly, smiling as they looked into each other’s eyes.