As she continued to massage his neck and shoulders Holly couldn’t help but think about what Casey was thinking about right then. Was he thinking how hot this was? Was he planning what he would be writing next now? Writing about her massaging him, and then how he massaged her before slamming into her from behind? Or making him suck his cock as she lay on the table? Was he thinking about what it would be like to have sex with her right now?
All of these thoughts flew through Holly’s mind at the same time as she was very much aware of how hot a guy she had between her legs right then. God but if he had been any other guy she would have been far more than tempted to let him push her down on the sofa and pin her there like he had earlier. Fuck but she would let him. All he had to do was try it! FUCK! If only he wasn’t her son!
On and on her mind swam in time with the rising and falling and circling of her fingers. Every touch was agony as Holly could feel his body between her fingers and she just… just wanted to run her nails down that sexy torso. God she had never wished that someone was someone else so hard in her life!
Finally, however, after a good half-an-hour of silent massage, Casey spoke up.
“Fuck, mom, I am turning to putty in your hands.” He exclaimed after Holly had begun to wonder if he had fallen asleep.
‘Putty’ wasn’t exactly the word she would have used. He was still as firm and luscious as ever!
“That just means it’s working.” Holly replied proudly instead.
“Well…” Casey began only to be interrupted by his phone.
“Just leave it.” Holly told him, thinking that every time he picked the thing up he was brought down again. And she had only just got him back up again.
This time however her son didn’t listen to her. Picking his phone up he glanced at what the title of the message was and suddenly sat up, frowning. Grimacing as he moved out of position — not because she was enjoying massaging him, of course! Just because now she couldn’t carry on — Holly couldn’t help but see over his shoulder.
‘Sorry Dude!’ — the message title stated. Furrowing her eyebrows even more at that Holly was just wondering what that meant when Casey opened up the message and her heart sank with his.
On the screen was a picture of Cristina Hodges lip-locked with Reilly, Casey’s older brother, and in another she was sitting on his lap while holding Kayden’s hand. Holly instantly felt the atmosphere in the room change but before she could say anything Casey got up and silently walked upstairs, slamming his door closed behind him.
For a while Holly didn’t know what to do. What could she do? All she could feel was bad for Casey. He had had a rotten weekend, despite what she had tried to do for him, she could tell that. One bad thing after another, one more reason to feel bad after another, all the time as he saw his friends having a great time without him. And now to see his own brothers with the girl he liked… the girl he could and would have been with if he had been there!… it was all just too much. And Holly’s heart went out to him.
All Casey had wanted was to be with his friends. To be with the girl he liked. And now his own brothers had taken that away from him. Well, taken both really as they had been there all weekend with his friends as well! Holly didn’t know what to say or what to do. There really was nothing that she could think of that would make it any better.
And then one thought did pop into her head. A thought she would have dismissed immediately before tonight. Before she had found out what Casey wanted from her, had seen him as the attractive guy that he was, and before she had seen that message and the effect it had had on him. Now Holly hesitated.
His weekend had been so rough from the beginning. His own brothers had gotten to have fun, the fun he had wanted, and now they were with the girl of his dreams. The only thing that had even remotely brightened his mood all weekend was Holly and spending time with her when he, obviously now, could picture her in a way that fed what he wrote about her later. So she and dreaming about having her were the only things that had brightened his mood. And Holly couldn’t help but think of him, how he felt, and just what he had felt like as she was massaging him… how he looked… every inch of his toned body and stunning face.
For a while Holly resisted her mind. And then, heart beating like a warhorse in her chest as her stomach did about a thousand flips, the beautiful 38-year-old mother stood up and headed towards the stairs.
There was only one thing that she could do, one thing she could give Casey that would fix it all, that would make sure his weekend was the best ever. That would make up for all he had missed out on, including this girl. She had tried everything else, but the dance and her feelings since then had made it clear what she needed to do. What she wanted to do. What he wanted to do.
Taking that first step felt like committing herself to a final journey, but it wasn’t until she was at the top of the stairs facing Casey’s door that she really felt it. Hesitating as she put her hand on the door handle and raised her other to knock, Holly breathed in and then out slowly. This was what Casey needed. And after everything she had felt, she finally realised it was what she needed. What she wanted.
The sound of her knocking was like thunder in her ears.
“Yeah?” Casey finally called and Holly felt her heart skip a beat before she took hold of the handle and opened the door.
“Hey.” She greeted, clearing her voice before having to say it again so that she could actually be heard this time. Her heart pounded in her chest… for more than one reason… as she stepped into his room and held the door half-closed behind her.
“What’s up?” Holly’s son asked sounding as forlorn and down as he could, as if the whole world was shit and nothing was ever going to get better.
Holly’s heart beat faster as she thought just how much she was about to make up for that.
“I wanted to see how you were.” Holly answered softly, her voice ringing in her ears as every beat of her heart filled her head with a heady pulsing.
“Fine. Thanks.” Casey lied almost monotonely.