Boys Will Be Boys

Casey's dick instantly stood to full attention so fast and hard that he almost doubled over both in pain at how tight his jeans felt and to hide his obvious boner from his mother. Fortunately Holly's attention was all on how drenched she was. Not in the same way he was looking at her, and Holly was even completely oblivious to how she might look to an eighteen-year-old guy, even if he was her son, but in a laughing, 'I can't believe you drenched me' kind of way.

"Ok, that was uncalled for" She finally said as she looked back up at him with a bright grin on her face.

Casey's own beaming smile was only partly because of how fun it had been to have a water fight and mostly how good it felt to see her as she was.

"Well, you started it" He replied and Holly gave him a look that he could only grin back at. "And you got me as much as I got you" He replied as he indicated how soaked his shirt was. Only then did he realise how bad it was to direct her attention anywhere near the bulge in his jeans. If his mother noticed anything she didn't say however, for which he was glad.

"I'm your mother." Holly replied and for an instant Casey wondered if she meant because of his hard bulge, but from the beaming look on her face she couldn't have. She must have meant that he shouldn't have soaked her.

"Fair's fair, mom. All's fair in love and war." He responded and Holly gave him an open-mouthed look of playful shock before she eyed the tap as if she were thinking of splashing him again for that.

"Well you've got me soaking wet." She stated as she held her arms out and once more glanced down at herself. "I'm going to need to get changed now."

"Well, don't start what you can't take, mom." Casey replied with an impish grin that only deepened as his mother eyed him amusedly once more.

"Alright, smart ass. Well go get changed. I'll call you when the pizzas are done." She finally said instead, and splashing the last remaining water from her hands made as if to head toward her and Casey's dad's room to go and get changed.

As Casey watched Holly leave, his eyes clinging to her ass in those shorts like he wished his hands could, all the eighteen-year-old could think of was just how much he was going to have to jack off later. Or now. Getting changed could wait. The image of his mother, drenched and almost like she stood in front of him in just those tiny shorts and her bra with how much her top had hidden...fuck, that was burned into his mind right then. And his dick demanded attention.

And so with a naughty grin on his face that Holly wouldn't have been able to miss if she had been there, Casey made his way back to his room to take care of himself. Both with his clothes and his throbbing cock and aching balls. Fuck but what an image he had in his mind. If he hadn't been inspired earlier to write he certainly was now. Not that he would tell his mother what he was about to write about anyway. She wouldn't approve of him writing hot stories about her drenched and then kneeling before him to help him 'change out of his wet clothes' only to find a mouthful. Fuck but he had the perfect story in mind now to add to his collection. But first he had a vivid image and a hard cock that needed taking care of.

For a little while thoughts of what he was missing were far from Casey Clarke's mind. But as the fantasy faded as he sat alone in his room and took care of himself...several times...his despondency returned, especially as he started to receive pictures from his brothers and friends and the night wore on to the first party of the weekend.

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Holly managed to peel herself out of the sodden top, throwing it on the bed she pulled on a white t-shirt with a rainbow on the front and then scrunched the old top up and tossed it in the wash bin. She had only worn the thing for a few hours today but if she had managed to put a smile on Casey's face and take his mind off things, which she definitely had seemed to manage, then she thought it was time well-spent.

Coming out of her and Chris' room she was about to go check on her son when she heard his music playing, something he did when he was going to write and didn't want to be disturbed, and so she happily decided against it. Smiling to herself she thought 'mission accomplished' as she made her way down stairs and towards the lounge to sit down and watch some television. She had managed to get him into a better mood than he had been earlier. Maybe now he wouldn't think too much of what he was missing. Or at the very least maybe he would just be too busy to notice for a while. She could hope.

And so sitting down Holly folded her feet underneath her as she switched on the television and relaxed. She planned on going out to sunbathe a little later but for now she just wanted to relax until the pizzas were cooked. There was still plenty of time ahead. And so that is exactly what the 38-year-old mother did, losing herself in what she was doing until the timer went off for the pizzas and she called...several times until she was heard...Casey down to grab a few slices.

The young man was both animated and in a much better mood. Clearly focused on his writing as he was however he hardly said two words as he sat at the table and scoffed down four slices of pizza before unceremoniously heading back upstairs and slamming his door behind him. So long as he was happier than he had been however Holly didn't mind as she placed the dishes in the machine and covered up the rest of the pizza.

Heading back to the sofa the beautiful brunette lost herself in what she was doing, even forgetting to head out to sunbathe, until a few hours later Casey came walking in and plopped down on one of the chairs. This time, in stark contrast to earlier, he was back to being down again.

"You alright?" Holly asked caringly.

"Yeah." Casey answered in a way that made it clear that he wasn't.

"So why the face?" She asked carefully as she played with one of her toes while twisting the TV remote in her other hand.

"What?" Casey asked as if he hadn't heard, then glumly looked down at his phone before stuffing the thing in his pocket. "Oh, just heard about the party everyone's at. Mark said it's already raging. Everyone's there. Except me."

"Aw, Case..." Holly said before reaching over to rub his leg. "I'm sorry. But there'll be other parties."

"Yeah I know, but not like this." Her son replied gloomily, "It just sucks missing out on all the fun."

Feeling her heart go out to him Holly once more wracked her brain to think of what she could do. He had been so upbeat earlier and now he was back to being down. There had to be something she could do to make this weekend memorable for him!

"How about we play some basketball?" She asked with the first thing that popped into her mind.

Looking up at her like she was crazy Casey sank further into the chair.

"In this heat?" Was all he asked but Holly instantly understood. Running around really didn't seem appealing when it was this hot just sitting around.

Wracking her brain again Holly said the first thing that came into her mind. If he was bothered about not having a party, maybe she could bring a party to him?

"Ok, how about we go shopping? We can bring you back some beer to drink here. And I'll even join in with you. What do you say?" She asked, trying to sound as positive and hyped as she could.

All she wanted to do was just relax, not go out shopping, but she had to think of something to cheer him up.

"I don't know." Casey replied in the most diplomatic way of saying that he wasn't interested as he could.

But despite knowing that it was hardly compensation for what he was missing -- shopping and then drinking with his mother rather than hanging out and partying with his friends! -- it was the best she could do. And so Holly wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Come on, it'll be fun. We can see if there's anything else you want while we're out." She said excitedly, trying to rouse Casey as much as she could.

He still didn't want to go but Holly wasn't backing down this time. She wasn't going to let him be gloomy and mope around all weekend. That would do him and her no good. They had to spend time together all weekend and four days were just going to drag on if he kept being in the mood he was. Plus she didn't like seeing him unhappy, so if she had to do anything she could to put a smile on his face she would.

And so despite himself Casey reluctantly gave in after a few more sulky rebuttals and so soon enough the two of them were heading out to the local mall to spend some time shopping. While it wasn't a complete waste of time Holly wouldn't say it was a complete success either. It did give Casey something to do and for a little while he seemed to engage in what they were doing, but as they made their way home again -- even with the promised beer in hand -- Holly was almost at a loss for what she could do to cheer Casey up.

Nothing she did, even trying to play around with him like she had earlier, seemed to work however. She had no idea what was different this time but whatever she did Casey just seemed to quickly go back into his shell. Every now and then she would do something that cheered him up or put a smile on his face, like when she jumped on his back for a piggy-back ride or when she playfully gave him a hug 'from his mommy'. Both of those put a gleam in his eye but that quickly vanished every time he looked at his phone. And as the night wore on, even as they sat drinking in the lounge like he normally wouldn't be allowed to do, the more glum Casey became as it became clear just how much fun his friends and brothers were having at the party. Until finally Casey walked off upstairs saying that he would have an early night.

Watching him go Holly placed her beer down on the table beside her and sat thinking to herself. Today was only Friday and Casey had Saturday, Sunday, and most of Monday until his brothers and father returned. Let alone his friends. She had to do something to cheer him up and make his weekend fun. No...she had to make his weekend more fun than if he had gone to make up what he was missing out on. Only Holly had no idea how to do that.

And so as she sat alone downstairs with her beer Holly did her best to think of what she could do for Casey. What she could give him or do for him that would make this weekend the most memorable he had had. To make up for his friends and brothers having fun without him. By the time she went to bed she hadn't managed to think of anything that she hadn't already tried. But the fact was that if she didn't think of something then not only was this going to be the longest four-day weekend for both of them, but it was also going to be one that would put a downer on Casey for the rest of his life.

He would always remember that time his father had left him behind while his brothers had fun and he had the worst weekend. No. Holly had to do something. She just had to figure out what he would enjoy the most. Even as she had no idea Holly thought that tomorrow she would think of something. She just had to. And so going to bed the beautiful brunette hoped for a better day tomorrow and some idea of what she was going to do for Casey. Little did she know that the day ahead would change everything...and give her exactly what she needed to make this the best weekend of his life. One he...and she...would never forget.

[Saturday]

The sun rose as feverish as the day before, lighting upon Holly's eyes from her large bedroom window as she lay asleep. Heat washed through the glass covering her until Holly couldn't take lying in bed any longer and, sweeping the covers off, tiredly hopped out of bed.

Still sleepy the beautiful brunette dazedly padded into the en-suite bathroom to brush her teeth then hop into the shower, letting the cool water refreshingly wash over her as she stood and swayed back and forth dreamily. Barely realising where she was Holly had forgotten the day before as she stood staring up at the falling water as it rained down onto her beautiful face. All the stunning 38-year-old mother could remember as she sleepily swayed was that today was Saturday, it was gorgeous, and she wanted to catch some sun. The whole day should be perfectly quiet and she was going to get all the rest in the sun that she wanted today.

And so stepping out of the shower after cleaning herself, Holly, just wrapped in her towel, walked back into her and Chris' bedroom and opened the wardrobe. The gorgeous brunette knew exactly what she was after and so it wasn't long before her towel hit the floor and she was stepping into her sky blue bikini bottoms and tying the top around her neck and back. Looking over herself in the mirror as she once more did her hair back in a ponytail, Holly smiled at what she saw before throwing her wet towel in the washing pile and then grabbed another, a bottle of lotion, a sarong for later, and her sunglasses before heading downstairs.

Popping her dark brown sunglasses on she stopped in the kitchen to grab herself some lemonade, with a small umbrella and straw, and then headed out the back doors into the yard. Instantly the ferocity of the sun hit her and Holly felt her white skin pebble with the heat. The paving stones were already almost uncomfortably hot on her bare feet as she made her way to her lounger by the pool. Setting her drink on the table beside her next to her lotion Holly lay down, situated herself, and closed her eyes as she drank in the sun.

Time drifted as the hot wife and mother lay resting. The warmth of the sun roasted her and she rolled over to let it caress her back before once more turning over. The heat was glorious and comforting and Holly drifted off to sleep a few times as she lay enjoying the perfect peace and quiet in the silent neighbourhood. Lost in her sunbathing Holly's mind floated away as she dreamt when she slept and let her mind wander aimlessly as she lay awake. The faint breeze that drifted every now and then stirred her skin, reminding her how hot she was as the sun rose, and yet offering a refreshing breather from the intensity.

Holly was so lost in her relaxing as she lay there for a couple of hours that she didn't hear the back doors opening or any sounds from behind her until the sudden deep sound of a male voice saying 'morning' shook her from her reverie. Almost shooting up from where she lay she was so shocked Holly turned her head to look at who had spoken and the sun glinted in her eyes.

What she saw was a god. At least that was her initial reaction at what filled her vision. A tall, chiselled and well-toned man stood a few feet from her wearing nothing but some tight bathing shorts that bulged beautifully in all the right places. His body was lithe and muscular, as were his arms, and the little she could see of his face as the sun filled her vision was stunningly attractive. For a moment Holly thought Chris as he used to look had walked back in and her heart both skipped a beat and began pulsing faster, but that couldn't be as Chris was away this weekend. Still not clicking on Holly was even more surprised by the way the man's shorts bulged provocatively and despite herself, and her suddenly twinging pussy, Holly knew that this was definitely not Chris. He was more than enough for her but he had never filled out his bathing shorts like this guy did.

All in all the sight before her set Holly's heart racing, her pussy quickening, and made her face flush in a way that wasn't from the sun bearing down on her. This guy was stunning. He made Chris look like a slob, and Holly's husband was very much in shape! Her pussy hummed once more despite her being a married woman. She wasn't blind after all!

Raising a hand to cover her eyes Holly smiled an almost flustered smile as she looked up at the hunk above her. And then the shade from her hand brought the man's face into focus and she suddenly goggled. It was Casey.

Memory came rushing back that Casey had been left behind and all that had happened the previous day as Holly's mind quickly began to clear and she stuttered. Not only because of how surprised she was but because she could still see how toned and well-defined her son was and feel all of the rush of feelings that had brought. At the same time she could once again see it was Casey -- her own eighteen-year-old son -- and this time the flushing in her cheeks was from embarrassment. How could she have thought that her own son was that attractive? Of course she hadn't known it was him when she had, and she couldn't control the feelings she had when she saw someone that attractive, but still. It had been her own son she had been ogling!

"Uh, hey baby. Did you, um, did you have a good sleep?" Holly asked a little unsteadily, trying as hard as she could to not pay attention to how ripped she now noticed her son's body to be.

"Hey, yeah. I had an early night. Figured I would come out and enjoy the sun. Maybe use dad's weights. I've got nothing else to do anyway." Casey replied as he stood beside her lounger. He still sounded down but like he had accepted his weekend even if he didn't enjoy it.

Holly nodded, unable to speak especially when he mentioned using his dad's weights as that once more brought her attention back to his stacked body. Holly made sure she kept her eyes on his face before she turned to stare at the sky once more, hoping that he hadn't noticed anything unusual about her reaction. For fuck's sake he was her son! Ok, so maybe she couldn't help herself when she hadn't known but now she did know she should not notice how he looked any longer. Holly tried her best to let her mind drift as she responded.

"You should do that. It might do you some good to get out for a bit." She said carefully, aware of the sudden image of Casey's toned body working out that flitted through her mind.

Fuck, if that had been Chris or any other guy she would have enjoyed the show, but this was her son! It didn't mean anything, of course, but now she had noticed how he would be attractive if he was any other person she couldn't un-see it. And she couldn't help but notice how attractive those things about him were. Fuck, she had to get a hold of herself. Maybe the sun was messing with her mind or something.

"I thought so. And like I said, I've got nothing better to do anyway." Casey replied, not noticing anything out of the ordinary apparently. For which Holly was eternally grateful.

Thinking like that about her son, even if she hadn't known who he was. And still thinking it, even if she was only noticing things that were objectively things she would like and not thinking of him that way. None of that helped her feel any better about herself. He was her son! A mother shouldn't notice him as a guy!

Casey had sounded as down as he had the day before, and so trying to forget what she was really thinking about Holly tried to cheer him up.

"Nothing like a good work out. Not that you need it. I bet all the girls are after you." She responded, trying her best to peak his confidence. Except she realised what she had said and couldn't help but wonder why she had said it while thinking of how he looked. She hadn't meant it any other way, surely. She had just meant that other girls would be after him because of how he looked!

Casey just made a noncommittal noise, obviously too embarrassed to talk to his mother about girls he liked. Holly was too embarrassed and lost in what she was thinking to push him further or tease him like she normally would have and so she let it go, preferring the strained silence to opening her mouth when she didn't trust herself again.

"Alright, I'll just be on the other side of the pool if you want me" Casey said and Holly's mind made her cheeks flush even more crimson.

She didn't want him! She couldn't help if she had noticed that he had what she would normally consider an attractive body and face. Sure he looked more like a striking and younger version of Chris, whom she loved dearly and found ridiculously attractive, even if he was a more...well, well-endowed version of Chris. That was no reason for her mind to twist his words like that. Fuck, she really had to settle herself down and stop noticing her son's adult body. Just because he had everything she would normally find hot and desirable. He was her son after all. That should quell that.