“Let’s just keep this between you and me.” She said with a faintly amused smile as she suddenly realised what Casey might say to his father. They were both overly competitive with each other after all.
After the words left her mouth however Holly realised how they might sound — like she was trying to hide something between them — and opened her mouth to take it back. However that would only appear even more guilty seeming and so she quickly closed her mouth before patting Casey on the cheek.
“Your secret’s safe with me, mom.” Her son said smugly and Holly once again felt her stomach flutter.
“Good.” Was all she could say before trying to change the subject… and hope Casey didn’t notice, “Now, how about you come and sit and talk to me.”
And so the pair of them sat down with Casey discussing what he had been up to — which made Holly’s cheeks seem to be permanently on fire — but in vague, unassuming terms. That didn’t matter to the brunette mother, however, as her imagination filled in the rest quite vividly.
Time passed as they spoke however and Holly quickly began to relax. After the dance it seemed a little silly to get embarrassed. And the more she thought of it the more she figured that there was nothing wrong with him having a thing for her. He was a virile young man who was always around a hot, older woman. It was normal. That led Holly to think it was perfectly normal for her to notice how strong and attractive Casey had gotten as well, and that he couldn’t help who he wanted to have sex with. Even if it was her!
Both thoughts slowly began to melt together as the heat of the day wore on and the dance took its toll on her. Until once more Holly found herself staring at her son in amazement. This good-looking, knockout of a man wanted to have sex with her. She would have been beaming at the compliment if he hadn’t been her son. Maybe she should be more so knowing that he was. After all, it wasn’t every day that a mother found out that her own son wanted her over any other woman. He had certainly written enough stories about her to make it seem that way at least.
And so the chatting between them gently became a little more flirty in tone, just a little, and Holly found herself laughing at things her son said as if she were a giddy schoolgirl. She would slap his toned chest more often, noticing how good it felt beneath her fingers, tell him how they needed to find him a girlfriend, given how he was single and shouldn’t be, and bashfully toying with her hair as she spoke to him, playing up to his jokes and flirtily responding to the things he said like she normally wouldn’t before leaning closer to him to take some pictures as she snuggled up next to him or placed her arm around him.
Soon, however, Casey’s mood took a downward turn as he received more messages and Holly found herself trying to cheer him up, only this time with a little more flirting. She would reach over him to grab something from the couch-side table, or she would stand up in front of him and sway around before leaning over to grab the remote. She didn’t do any of these intentionally, and that was what set her cheeks on fire every time she realised what she had done. Rather they were just natural reactions to her wanting to cheer him up that came to her mind. He was after all attractive and he did like her. So a little bit of harmless flirting couldn’t hurt and might just be the thing he needed to cheer up.
She felt like she was trying to rationalise to herself, or at the very least convince herself that what she wanted to do — obviously — was alright, but it did seem to work. Every time that Casey read a message and would get down and she would lean over the arm of the chair as if reaching for something, her chest arcing upward suggestively, he would quickly begin smiling again. And fidgeting with his shorts as if they were too tight. Soon Holly had forgotten why she would ever not want to exploit the situation. Casey got to feel better and she got to flirt a little with an attractive guy. It was a win-win.
And that was how the day wore on. From the time Holly asked Casey to show her how to skateboard to the time she ‘forced’ him to make a video showing what a great time they were having and sending it to his father and brothers. From when she playfully would hug him tightly to when she impishly joked about making a bet with him where she would do anything he asked for an hour. Fortunately she had won that one but the lightheaded way that it made her feel, both from excitement and from how funny it had been knowing exactly what he had been thinking yet couldn’t say. At one point Casey was even tickling her again and Holly didn’t stop him until he had her pinned down on the sofa by her wrists, his bulging manhood close to spearing between her legs as he held her down. Both of them were a little red in the face from that one but Holly could only find it amusing and a little hot. He was a good-looking guy after all, and he clearly wanted more than he had gotten right then. No harm at all.
It was as the early evening was wearing on that Casey sat on the floor of the lounge looking through his phone as Holly sat with her feet on the couch enjoying the music and a nice cool drink of juice, when Casey suddenly grew very quiet. It took Holly a few minutes to notice, she was too lost in the music at first, and then she looked down at him with a small smile.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” She asked as she nudged him with her foot.
“Oh, nothing. Just looking at the party everyone’s got going. They have foam, water fights, and a DJ. It looks great.” Casey replied a little down sounding.
Not wanting to let him feel down again after a nice day Holly rubbed his head with her foot. Her sandals were already lying beside the sofa by this point, long forgotten.
“Yeah, but they don’t have me there. So I think you’re the lucky one!” She retorted with a smile that Casey reciprocated as he glanced over his shoulder.
“True.” He replied as he grabbed her leg and rubbed it gently with his hand. “But I do wish I was there. Cristina is there, and she looks great.”
Hearing the gloom already forming in his voice Holly sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, looking at the photos.
“She is very pretty.” She said playfully, “Are you going to ask her out when you see her again?”