Pleasing Casey Ch. 01

Viki reached down and touched his feet with both hands, rubbing his ankles affectionately in a gentle reciprocation of his loving massage.

He rubbed her lower back under the water. Casey felt the delicious softness where Viki's fleshy hips met her torso, rubbing a little more gently there, a little more lovingly. He grew a semi-erection feeling his naked mother's back, caressing her smooth, slippery skin. He was glad she was facing away, or else she would see the growing bulge in his underwear. His heart rate sped up in reaction to his guilty pleasure. He was consumed with lovingly caressing her.

Viki leaned back to get Casey's hands on her shoulders again. Feeling his legs on either side of her, she draped her arms over his knees as he continued with the shoulder rub, allowing her head to flop from side to side in relaxed bliss, her eyes closed.

She was sitting up now, higher than when Casey came in. The thick, opaque coating of bubbles that had hidden her body under the water was fizzling into a translucent film over her breasts, with gaps in the shroud opening up here and there. Casey fixated on her beautiful breasts, watching the bubbles dissolve away, slowly revealing her matronly feminine beauty. He didn't think she realized she was exposed in her current position. Casey said nothing, but continued to work his hands all over any bit of skin he could touch in their current orientation—every bit of skin except the soft humps his eyes were on. She was beautiful. She was sexy. This was the closest he would ever get to making love to his mother. It was a perverted thought, he knew, but she was naked and had succumbed to his magic hands. He was touching heaven. His semi-erection had grown to a full-blown hard on and he was having trouble keeping himself focused on what he was supposed to be doing.

He rubbed her arms, watching one nipple find the light of day in its waning bubble blanket. It wasn't the first time he'd seen his mother's bare breasts, but never this close. Back up to her shoulders, and then down to her collarbone his hands ventured, gently, gradually down to her chest, his eyes never leaving her pink nipple, now erect in the relative cold of the air. Her beautiful breast was so soft and inviting, so wanting to be caressed like the rest of her body, so easily accessible, his fingers mere inches away.

Casey became consumed by the sultry beauty of his mother's forbidden, naked skin. It was an intimate moment that he'd never seen the likes of, a secret between them that caressed his loving heart, coaxing his hand further down to demonstrate to his beautiful mother his unwavering affection for her.

In a momentary lapse of his resolve, he watched his hand slowly slip down her chest and onto her inviting breast. As he did so, cherishing its slippery softness, consumed by the satisfying feeling of her hard nipple pressing into his palm, he felt a hand grab his wrist.

"Casey?"

Reality cruelly pulled him out of his stupor, harshly demonstrating the danger of letting his urges get the better of him. "Uh...I'm...I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I was just giving you a massage, and I just..." He was beside himself, embarrassed.

He abruptly pulled his feet out of the water and swung himself around to stand up. He walked across the bathroom floor toward the door without drying his legs off. "I'm sorry," he repeated before going out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

"Casey!" Viki shouted after him, but he wouldn't answer.

She leaned onto her back and slowly sank back down to her neck-deep position, reliving the past few minutes in her head. It had been such a quiet and comfortable moment, intimate—Viki's favorite way to enjoy time with her son. She had a suspicion when she had sat up maybe part of her breasts were visible, but she hadn't looked to see. The deliciously naughty feeling it had given her was just on the cusp of indecency, merely pushing the boundaries of what she and her son would consider 'normal' in their private life. In a way, she had hoped they were exposed some, giving Casey a little secret thrill.

As she relived the moment, the exquisite rapture of her son molding her body in his strong hands, combined with the naughty feeling of being a little too intimate with him had begun sparking a strange and foreign arousal inside her—one that she had never felt before but was allowing to sprout on its own, spreading its euphoric shoots into her heart, powerful even in its infancy. The sensation was so novel it was almost unrecognizable as sexual. It was powerful and beautiful and a little scary all at the same time. And then he went and grabbed her boob.

But the way she so abruptly chastised him for acting on his loving impulse was making her feel as guilty as he was. She knew she had asked for it, letting the naked massage progress. But it felt so good! It was caring and sensual—a nonverbal expression of love that only her son could give her. It was a state she hoped to experience again, but one that may have been put in jeopardy with the sudden and embarrassing end to tonight's intimacy.

She would straighten it out. She would go to his room and talk to him about it, softening the blow to his ego and conscience. A tear flit from her eye and into the retreating bubbles as she stood up in the tub, reaching for the towel her son had brought her and drying herself from the top down.

Viki slipped a silk black nightgown over her naked body and brushed out her hair. The house was quiet; Casey was in his room.

He lay in his bed under the covers, far from asleep. If he could take back the audacious gesture that angered his mother, he would in a heartbeat. But what was done was done. Their relationship would be changed forever. How could his mother ever expect him to become a decent human being after this? He had totally betrayed her in a loving moment of intimate trust—all for a cheap thrill. He hated himself.

A gentle knock on the door and a slight push open splayed light from the hallway on his dark reclusion. "Casey?"

He didn't answer. He didn't deserve to.

His mother crept in quietly and sat on the edge of his bed, placing a gentle hand on his hip. "Baby, are you awake?"

Casey sighed.

"I want you to know I'm not angry with you, honey. I was just...surprised, that's all. I didn't mean for you to just leave."

He didn't respond, but lay still on his side, facing away from his mother. The scent of her bath gel filled the room. It was sweet and beautiful, just like her. He felt a lump form in his throat. Her tender tone was dulling the sting, but he still wasn't convinced it was all okay.

"I brought you some cheesecake." Viki turned on the lamp on his nightstand.

Casey opened his eyes. He had totally forgotten about the delectable dessert his mom had made for dinner. He slowly turned his head to look back at her. Viki smiled at him, cutting off the tip of the creamy confection with her fork and slipping it in her mouth.

"Mmm...Oh yeah," she said before swallowing it. "That's good."

Casey sat up, as though he was going to lose his chance at dessert if he didn't get a bite now. Viki cut off another piece and offered it to her son. He opened his mouth and she fed it to him. The creamy goodness dissolved on his tongue, leaving behind the gritty, buttery-sweet graham cracker remains to crunch up with his teeth. Viki offered him another bite in the same manner, before taking another for herself.

"I was stupid," Casey said, swallowing his second bite.

Viki looked at him for a moment. Stupid wasn't the word that came to mind—impulsive, maybe. Loving was actually the word she would use to describe him. She had been so surprised by his wandering hand that she had forgotten how wonderful it was to be felt up by someone she loved. That he even felt inclined to touch her like that made Viki feel as beautiful as a supermodel. She regretted calling him out on the lustful move, halting what might have progressed into a new expression of love from her son—a very fringe expression indeed. Viki couldn't believe she was even weighing the positives of pursuing such a fantasy.

"You weren't stupid, baby. Boys your age have...urges." She felt like a stiff academic putting it like that. Hell, women her age had 'urges.' Deep down, she knew that's how they got into that situation to begin with. She was as guilty as he was, but she had to take the high road. "I know you meant no disrespect. I know you were only showing your love for me. It feels good to show your love to Mommy, doesn't it?" There, she put it in a way that didn't condemn him. Indeed, it somewhat implied her approval. She had spoken to him like an eight-year-old, but the implications were very adult. Viki found herself enormously enjoying walking the thin red line tonight. A deliciously naughty tickle buzzed under the hair inside her nightgown.

She cut off a piece too large, and put the fork in her mouth, slicing off half of it with her lips before offering the other half to her son. Casey watched the bite of cheesecake depart his mother's pretty, pink lips and find its way to his. Viki inserted it slowly, savoring the creamy flavor in her mouth as she watched her son take the other half into his.

Casey felt the pang of guilt begin to wash away with every morsel of his mother's delicious forgiveness. She was the only person in the world who could turn his emotions around in a blink of an eye. Nobody knew him better. Nobody else knew just what to say—only her.

Viki gazed at her son's naked chest for a moment, mesmerized by its young and attractive definition. His hair was sparse, a little less than the volume on his lower abdomen, which disappeared in a thin, dark line into the waistband of his underwear. She hadn't taken a good look at him up close in a while. He had grown into quite a specimen. She tore her eyes away before he saw her ogling him and shifted position. She wanted to climb further onto the bed with him, but there was no way to do it without her short nightie riding up so high on her thighs that her modesty would be compromised. Instead, she threw both legs together over her son's lap and snuggled close to him, offering him another bite of cheesecake. They had made it to the back edge, where there was more crust.

Viki sat half-way on her son's lap, savoring the warm closeness of being in his bed, their faces close together, sharing small bites of heavenly sweetness. She had come in there to salvage the extreme closeness she had with her son, to comfort him. But she ended up doing something else to herself. She squeezed her thighs together, bringing on the blessed first stimulation of arousal, secretly hardening her clitoris inside her nightgown.

It was an unbelievable turn-on, feeling such sexual stimulation in the presence of her son, indeed, right on his lap! She did her best not to grind her hips, but held her legs tightly together in secret. She talked to Casey to mask her arousal, but it was her arousal that was dictating her words. "What happened in the tub doesn't mean you can't touch me anymore. I like the way you touch me," she whispered. "Don't ever worry about making Mommy mad, okay?"

Casey smiled at her. "Okay," he said, savoring the tender, sultry tone she had just adopted, like the creamy goodness of the bite she had just given him, equal parts sinful pleasure and decadent sweetness.

Viki scooped up the last of it and couldn't decide what to do. It was her turn, but she didn't want to take it all. She offered the cheesecake to Casey, pulling it away teasingly before he got the whole bite in his mouth, stealing the remainder for herself. The last remnant of her cold rebuke disappeared with the last swallow of their sensuously shared dessert. Viki set the plate on the nightstand and looked at her son. His wavy brown hair was in his eyes and she brushed it away with her fingers. She felt like she had brought him back from his despair. They gave each other a deep hug.

Casey buried his nose in her damp hair, slipping his hands under her arms and onto her back, pulling her further onto his lap. Her soft thighs felt so warm and comfortable on his, her plump breast resting on his arm.

"Careful," she warned. "You'll make me squish you."

"I don't mind. I like you here." With some of her weight now on his underwear, Casey felt the blood shift to his groin, causing a semi-erection to slightly puff up under Viki's hip.

He looked down to see if it was obvious, but his eyes beheld something much more appealing than the bump in his underwear. Viki's creamy and smooth thighs were nearly completely escaped from her thin, high-riding nightgown, right where he wanted to be resting his hand, which he had been consciously keeping wrapped around her. He knew his mother did not wear underwear when she was dressed for bed. The idea that her most precious mommy part was almost peeking out under her gown was consuming his attention.

With her legs across her son's lap, Viki kissed him on the cheek, her clean hair shrouding them in a moist veil. Casey looked toward her and touched his forehead to hers, intently savoring the blessed close time with his mom. While their attention was so intently focused on each other, Casey casually slipped his hand onto her thigh. They didn't move, holding their heads together in an extended embrace. Viki held back her urge to start kissing his face, ultimately moving her lips close to his ear. "I love you, baby," she whispered nearly inaudibly. It was something a mother might say to her child or an aroused woman to her lover. Viki wasn't sure which one she was right at that moment.

A warm pulse emanated between her legs at the feeling of Casey's gentle hand on her thigh. He wasn't moving it, but Viki began to doubt if she would have the willpower to stop him if he tried to move his hand up. She found her mind racing through a fog of foreign emotions, a lascivious fervor that threatened to unhinge her adherence to the proper conduct of a mother. She was on the verge of a grave mistake—a mistake that would change their relationship forever. It was time to return from their exploration; she'd seen the path and it was too dangerous.

"You'd better get to sleep," she said quietly, reluctantly.

Casey sat for a moment, his heart feeling the cold disappointment of ending their unprecedented warm exchange. At last he nodded, disengaging from her forehead and kissing her. Viki held her lips gently against her son's for several nasal breaths, touching his face with her palm and fingertips, finally parting their sweet, heartsick kiss.

She rotated around and put her feet on the floor, with her back to Casey and slid off his lap, inadvertently pushing her nightie all the way up and off her legs, almost to her waist. She instinctively put her hands on her hips, smoothing the gown back down, not in a panic, not in the way an embarrassed, modest woman would, but casually, indifferently, slowly.

Casey felt his heart skip a beat as he watched his mother's creamy, soft, sexy behind slowly disappear again behind the shroud.

Viki picked up the empty plate and turned to go, her breathing a little labored. She didn't know why she had just done that, a final parting tease when she should have been earnestly compelling her libido to resign. Her need to please her son was bringing about curiously irrational behavior. She walked away from the bed, feeling Casey's eyes on her, wanting, even needing his attention.

She walked to the kitchen in a daze and put the dessert plate in the sink. She steadied herself by putting her hands on the counter and breathing deeply. She'd just had the most intense, unthinkable urge of her life and she'd managed, through herculean effort, to quell it in the heat of the moment. Her clear conscience was doing very little for her though, her vagina now soaking wet and her legs shaking. She closed her eyes and leaned against the counter, unconsciously rising to her tippy-toes to bring her clitoris to the beveled corner. She pressed in harder, rubbing up and down on the counter, accepting the coarse stimulation as consolation for her self-denial.

A quiet moan dribbled from her lips as she very slowly rocked her hips, her hair hanging down over her face. She didn't notice Casey's quiet footsteps approach her from behind; neither did she notice he was naked. A pair of loving arms slipped around her waist and a warm body pressed against her back.

Casey nuzzled his nose gently into Viki's ear, his heart racing at the exquisite impulse that had driven him to strip off his underwear and follow his mother down the hall to the kitchen.

She breathed deeply at his sudden contact, not from the surprise of him approaching her, but the delicious sensation of his firm body pressing into the back of her nightgown. His gentle impact nudged her soft, swollen pussy even more forcefully onto the hard corner, compelling her to leave her hands on the counter to keep herself aright.

Casey held her in a loving embrace, his arms gently squeezing her tummy, his heart compelling him to situate his body as close to his mother as he possibly could. He had let the most powerful primal urge take over, abandoning rational thought for the delicious carnal yearning that their intimate time together in his room had produced.

His quivering breath in her ear and his hard on pressed into her nightgown told Viki he hadn't followed her into the kitchen just to hug her goodnight. She didn't move, not knowing what to do, her attention split between her son's warm, hard body pressing against her ass and the cold, hard counter pressing against her pussy.

Casey moved a hand up to her breast and felt her hard nipple for the second time that night, this time through her nightgown. Viki had no intention of stopping him this time. She was paralyzed with pleasure, wanting, needing his hand on her. It was all she could do to keep from moaning aloud. She couldn't bring herself to turn around and validate his bold initiation, neither could she stop him. She just stood there, contentedly helpless and allowed him to take his handful of pleasure, nudging himself further into the tender comfort of her soft ass.

Casey stroked his erection between her silk clad cheeks while he molded her tits in his hands. What began as an expression of true love now presented itself as pure lust and Casey allowed it to consume him. He squatted slightly, allowing his erection to find its way between her thighs before standing upright again. He let himself invade the supple skin of her legs, stroking slowly in and out between them.

Viki's knees nearly buckled at the ethereal sensation of her son's young cock venturing into her private region, nearly grazing her puffy labia. Her heart beat harder with guilty joy at the unprecedented closeness of their sex. Her son wanted her. The man she loved more than anything—even herself—wanted her.

Casey gently thrust his hips in a primal impulse, slowly and repeatedly stimulating himself between her inner thighs and the slippery valley above, scruffing a muffled chorus as his hard cock wandered through her hairy wetness.

Viki breathed harder at the provocative teasing going on between her legs, pushing her along a dripping, frenzied trail of desire. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She had intended to satisfy herself alone. She intended to release the sexual tension like she always did when wanton sexual thoughts invaded her lonely mind: with wet, saliva-soaked fingers, keeping her secret desires to herself, without corrupting her son.

But that private solution seemed like fantasy now. She and her son had wandered down this prohibited backstreet together and they were at a crossroad. Still, she remained unmoving, paralyzed, and unable to form a rational thought. Her head drooped, her eyes closed, Viki moved one hand from the counter and ran her fingers through her pussy hair, finding her engorged slit. Her hardened clit enjoyed the familiar sensation of her middle finger gliding along it, furtively bringing her arousal to an iniquitous plateau. Her whole hand over her pussy, covering her pubic mound, her fingers were in position to feel Casey's penis wandering in and out between her legs. She let all four of her fingers caress it with each slow thrust, her palm pressed against her clit. It was agony and ecstasy, her conscience locked in a mortal battle with her purest desire. She struggled to find the will to do something about their lustful abandon before they went too far.