Pleasing Casey Ch. 01

Then she just did it. She surprised them both by pressing her fingers up on his cock on the next thrust, corralling him inside her. Viki's silent mouth opened wide at the sudden penetration, her wanton pussy filled with her son's hard passion. She couldn't believe what she'd done!

Casey gasped at feeling the sudden wet warmth of his mother's vagina. It happened before he knew it. One thrust inside left Casey's cock fully coated from tip to base with his mom's lustful feminine nectar. He continued holding her in his arms, his cock buried inside her, loving her, loving her.

Viki let go. She loved her son more than life, and she was giving him the gift he most desired. She let go of her conscience, her inhibitions, even her own sense of decency for the benefit of her beloved Casey's pleasure. She bent away from his loving embrace and dropped to her forearms on the counter, raising her nightie halfway up her ass and showing Casey her naked crevice. Her eyes closed, her forehead on her wrist, she kept quiet as Casey repeatedly thrust into her.

He focused on her beautiful ass, bent over for his pleasure, jiggling its middle-aged plumpness with each impact of his thighs. His world was turned on its ear, his most carnal, most secret desire was suddenly being granted. He never thought it would actually happen, even when he dreamily followed his mother down the hall. He gazed down at Viki's sexy curves under her silk black nightie, which at that moment only came down to her waist, running his hands all over her ass and up and down her back while he fucked her. His mother was perfect!

His mind was blissfully free of the nagging guilty thoughts that he had endured earlier, free to enjoy thrusting deep into his mother, fucking her like he knew she wanted, giving her all his love. She was warm and wet inside. Her skin was creamy smooth. She smelled like a desert flower.

He could hear his mother's breathing intensifying as his thighs began to slap loudly into her ass. She was enjoying the pounding he was giving her. She was being such a slut for him! She offered her mommy pussy for his pleasure and he took it. She had made herself his own little fuck toy.

He loved her. He loved her more than words could say, and he was effortlessly expressing it with his hard cock. The head was tingling, his balls were tightening under him, and his extreme affection for her was at meridian! He grabbed her fleshy hips with both hands and held her tight against him as he pumped his virile teenage cum into his mom, reveling in the snugness of her warm cunt. It had been days since he'd had a release, and finally giving to her—giving his precious seed to the woman he loved was beyond satisfying. His cock flexed repeatedly inside her, his unrivalled passion finally waning as his orgasm faded away. He loosened his grip on her, suddenly aware that he was squeezing her very hard. Casey's knees immediately felt weak as the euphoria of his sex-dream-come-true wore off.

He was still inside her when his mind began to wrap itself around what he'd just done. She was his mother. She loved him so much she would do anything for him. But he'd just used her. He'd fucked his mother, right there in the kitchen, without even saying a word to her. How could he have taken advantage of her like that?

He knew why. He knew the dark need in his heart that was driving his every move. He'd known it all his life. It was as common as his need for love and companionship. He just never expected to fulfill it.

Viki remained in her bent-over position as he pulled out of her and backed away, bumping into the island counter behind him. He had not taken his eyes off her curvy body the whole time. But now, she looked different. She no longer looked sexy. She looked defenseless and abused in her vulnerable position. He'd just taken her. The uninvited boob grab in the bathroom seemed meaningless compared to what he'd just done. He couldn't bear to look her in the eyes. His throat was dry; he couldn't speak—not that he had anything meaningful to say. He backed away slowly, through the open doorway into the hall before turning for his room.

He collapsed on the bed, naked, his mind in disarray, unsure of whom he even was. Every rational idea of his relationship with his mother was abounding with unsettled confusion, ripped out of its familiar place in his consciousness, and floating in limbo, waiting to find a new home.

Viki slowly dropped to her knees in front of the counter, turning around and weakly collapsing on the floor, leaning back on the cabinet. She pulled her knees up to her chin and stared ahead for several long moments, her mind a blur with a deluge of emotions. She could have stopped him. She could have lent more consideration to how he would deal with the emotional aftermath of such a depraved act, no matter how much he wanted her. She should have stopped him.

But in the back of her mind, she couldn't stop the unrelenting urge to show her son her willingness to please him. She closed her eyes and relived the furtive stirrings inside her when her son slipped his cock up into her while she stood idle, letting him have his way with her body. She let him fuck her without saying a word, without so much as a kiss. They'd never even kissed as lovers. It was animalistic, licentious, and impulsive and she'd secretly enjoyed every second of it. She'd never done anything so depraved with someone she loved so much. Viki felt a quiver between her legs.

Her swollen vagina had not yet abated and the lewd thoughts she was having while sitting on the floor were bringing about a whole new session of arousal. She felt the hot cream her son had left in her pussy begin to dribble back out, and she had an impulse put a hand down there, scooping it into her fingers and smearing it up to her tender clit. She had not climaxed in their brief debauchery and her overdriven libido suddenly came alive again.

But she refrained. The late arrival of her guilty conscience finally stepped in to jolt her back to reality. Her heart felt sick at the possibility of scarring her tender son over a moment of weakness. Now he really did have something to feel guilty about. She opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a paper towel to clean herself up before reluctantly rising to her feet. She steadied herself with her hand on the counter for a moment, thinking about how she was going to assuage their relationship after this. If Casey's guilty conscience got worked up over something as harmless as a boob grab, this was going to take it for a long, dark ride. He wouldn't be able to just let this blow over; he would have to come to terms with it—something he would need her help to do. She would make it right, but not tonight. They needed to sleep on it. He probably wouldn't listen right now anyway.

Viki woke up in her bed the next morning with a dull throbbing in her head and a nagging conscience. She hadn't slept well. She immediately replayed the events of late last night.

"Fuck!" she whispered to herself. She put her hands on her head and squeezed her fingers onto her skull. She was such a fool. What a terrible choice she'd made! She sighed loudly and punched her fists onto the bed next to her hips. She had turned away a boyfriend last night because he wanted shallow sex, and then she went and did exactly that with her own son!

She lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, mulling over in her mind what it was that could have possibly driven her to consent to such a debased act of corruption. For that matter, how could her son have done that to her? Still, she couldn't bring herself to be angry with him. Something deep inside her prevented her from finding any fault with his obscene desire. Something was guiding her decisions last night—something she didn't yet understand.

She desperately wanted to talk to him, to begin healing their broken relationship, but reality stood in her way today. She had two home showings and would be gone until afternoon.

She tested the waters and looked in on him before she left for work. "Case?"

Casey slowly turned over to see his mother looking attractive for work, her shapely skirt coming down to about mid-thigh.

"Baby, do you want me to make you breakfast?"

Casey attempted to smile and shook his head no. He sat up, still naked under the covers, and looked at her for a moment, trying to read her thoughts. Was she angry? Was she hurt? Where did they stand? He tentatively placed his palm on the bed beside him. Viki smiled back at him, somewhat surprised at his pleasant demeanor. She sat down next to him with her palms on her knees.

"Are you upset?" he asked.

Viki smiled sheepishly. "At you?"

Casey nodded.

She looked down at her lap and shook her head. "We shouldn't have done what we did. But I'm not upset with you, baby." Her heart ached to prove it to him, but she kept her hands on her lap.

"Do you regret that we did it?" he asked.

"We shouldn't have done—"

"But do you regret it?"

Viki eyed him intently for a moment. The only proper answer to that question would have been a lie. Her son was very intuitive in his pointed question. There was something different about him this morning. She looked at her watch and sighed. "I have an appointment; we'll talk later," she evaded. She leaned in and kissed him gently before rising and walking to the door. "I love you," she said looking back at him, her hand on the door frame.

Casey's chest got warm as he smiled at his beautiful mother. She left with her heart in utter joyous confusion.

Focusing on her job that day proved difficult, her mind squarely centered on Casey. She relived in her mind how he just took her, bent over the counter, completely filled with lust for his mother. Her pussy quivered inside her skirt as she thought about her son wanting her, needing to be inside her so bad that he'd disregarded society's rule that a son should never do that to his mother.

She needed to put those thoughts out of her mind. Luckily, her second showing was a cream puff, her client, an eager young couple ready to start a family. Soft sells usually amounted to easy money and a dull day for Viki, but today she was thankful she could put her charm on autopilot and make the sale. Falling into her routine of servicing the mountain of documentation that went along with a property transaction was a good thing for her, allowing her mind to get some emotional distance and a new perception of the overwhelming passion she'd been enduring all morning. The pieces began to fall into place for her during her drive home. At last she found subdued comfort in a resolution.

Viki made it home that afternoon with a lighter head, but a heavier heart. The sweet memory of her and Casey giving in to their taboo compulsion was going to have to be banished to the darkest corners of their collective consciousness, relegated to unmentionable obscurity. That much she was sure of. It was the only way. But how they would put the memory away and find their way back to a normal relationship was eluding her. They had to find a way.

Casey had given equal attention to the situation that day, albeit reaching a very different resolution. He loved her. Last night he had expressed his love to her in its purest, most primal form. As far as he was concerned, tiptoeing around their sexual attraction was now pointless. He could find nothing unnatural about what they did. No relationship had ever felt so right, no act of lovemaking so valid. His only regret was the venue. Viki deserved a much more comfortable surface than granite on which to be shown how much she was loved. He would rectify that if given the opportunity.

"Hi, baby. What did you do today?" she asked her son as she walked in the door.

"It was my day off. I've been down to the hardware store getting those pipe fittings. It's all fixed." The drain under the kitchen sink had been slow for weeks and needed replaced.

"That's my boy!" she said, happy to have that slow drain a thing of the past.

"I got you something else," he announced, grabbing a box she hadn't noticed off the counter. The box was white and wrapped in a red ribbon.

Viki smiled at him sideways as he handed her the box with outstretched arms. "What did you do?" she asked, taking the box. Viki sat it down on the counter and pulled the red ribbon. Inside the box she found a dozen red roses with a card that read, "I love you more than ever."

"Oh my god; you're the sweetest thing!" she exclaimed. She grabbed the side of his head with one hand and pulled him into her, hugging his face into her neck. Viki kissed his ear and whispered softly to him. "I love you too, baby." She opened a bottom cupboard and fished around in back for a vase. Arranging the long stems of her son's lovely gift, she casually brought up the subject they'd both been fixated on since last night.

"You know it was wrong, right?"

"You still haven't answered my question," he pointed out.

Viki stalled while she arranged the baby's breath among the roses and then filled the vase with water. She sat it on the island counter. "There. Beautiful!"

Casey leaned back on his hands against the counter and waited. Viki casually walked over to him and hooked his belt with her fingers. She looked him directly in his beautiful slate blue eyes. She had to be honest with her son. She answered his question from that morning simply. "No."

Casey reciprocated by putting his hands on her hips over her skirt. "If you don't regret it, then why was it wrong?"

Viki leaned in close to him, allowing her breasts to lightly touch his body. "It's more complicated than that, Casey." Viki liked her face close to her son's when they talked intimately. It was like a demonstration of her affection, without actually doing anything improper. She did it quite often, especially when they were emotional, and Casey never attempted to regain any personal space when she did. Indeed, he secretly enjoyed it as much as she did.

"I love you," he stated simply, like he had a thousand times before. But this time it was different. There was a hint of prurience in his voice. It even felt different to Casey as it slid off his lips, as though it was only the title to a very long and detailed narrative. The thought of not being permitted to express the whole thing to her was completely unnatural.

Viki took her hands off his hips and curled her arms around his neck, pulling his ear to her mouth. "Baby, I love you more than you even know," she whispered. The memory of her son taking her last night on the very counter they were leaning against flashed through her mind with obscenely vivid detail, from the first hug he gave her to the last spurt of cum he ejaculated into her vagina. She felt a quiver in her panties imagining she could elicit such a depraved response from her son. She had to be strong in order to say what she needed to say.

"We need to forget that happened. I know you think you were loving me, but what we did was wrong on so many levels, Case. You are a beautiful young man who has a bright future ahead of you. You need a girl that deserves you—not some old crone that can't keep a man." She took a silent breath, relieved to have gotten it out.

Bullshit, he thought to himself. He knew she was only trying to protect him, but the harshness of her revelation punished his heart with its excruciatingly narrow view of their love. He tipped his head forward until their foreheads touched. "You have a man," he insisted.

Viki loved doing this with Casey. They'd had whole conversations like this before, just holding each other close, whispering in each other's ear, talking to each other's lips, like lovers. Some of their deepest bonds were formed while close enough to feel each other's breath. But today, the conversation was as painful as it was intimate. Their familiar little mother-son embrace was counter-productive to the issue at hand. If she was going to get her point across, she'd have to be more demonstrative.

She broke their embrace and poured herself a glass of water. Facing away from him, she took a drink and sat the glass down on the counter. "You're going to find happiness, baby. I have no doubt about that. And I will be happy for you. Let me be your mom, not your lover."

"I know what will make me happy," he said to her back. "It's the same thing that will make you happy."

"Casey, you know I'm right; please listen to me. You want to know what I regret? I regret ever starting down this path. I regret not correcting the course when I had a chance. We have to turn back."

Casey was feeling more like a son than a lover, suffering his mother's harsh dose of reality. He said nothing more, retreating to his room and shutting the door.

Alone in the kitchen, Viki dropped her tough mother facade and burst into silent tears. It was done. It was hard and cold and bitter, but necessary. She turned around and looked at the dozen red roses so beautifully arranged. She selected one from the middle of the arrangement and pulled it out. Angrily flicking the head off with her thumb, she let it tumble into the trash, followed by the stem, suddenly decapitated, just like the carnal monster of incestual love that had been born last night.

Viki didn't talk to her son the rest of the day, not even getting a glimpse of him, as he stayed in his room with the door shut. But he would get over it. It might take awhile, but he would see there was a much better future with a girl his own age. His young heart would get past this snag in their relationship and move on.

Her heart was a different story, though. Viki had gotten a taste of her son's physical love—a mere spoonful of the bowl of wonderful loving affection he was capable of giving. She wanted more. She wanted to give it back to him tenfold. She knew deep down that he was a far more able lover than any man she'd been with. What's more, he knew her better than anyone, knew what made her happy, knew when she needed comfort, knew when she needed distance. Her son was the perfect man for her. But keeping him for herself would be the most reprehensible act of selfishness anyone could commit—a mother keeping her coveted son away from deserving potential mates so she could satisfy her own personal needs and desires. She would have none of that. A mother's love has nothing to do with her own needs and everything to do with the well-being of her children.

Thus her silent, personal ordeal began, without notice, without sympathy from anyone. She would heal her own heart eventually, but it wasn't ready yet. For now, her heart would secretly belong to her son, and no one else.

Keeping her mind on things other than her sick heart was key to Viki's survival. Her work routine became the only solace she could count on regularly, burying herself in marketing her current active sales, going after hard sells, moving houses that seemed immovable—the stuff that made her who she was.

Casey's summer job at the country club kept him very busy outside. He couldn't think of a better job to have, but it wiped him out in the evenings, giving him yet another excuse to retreat to his room, keeping to himself at home, like a typical teenager. But he was lonely.

The vase of a dozen-minus-one red roses that had sat on the counter ever since Viki's heart-wrenching decree was finally on its last leg, needing to be put out of its misery. Viki came in the kitchen from work one day and mustered the will to throw them out. Putting the card in her pocket, she washed and put away the vase. As she pondered what to make for dinner, the sound of an unfamiliar car door slammed in the drive, followed by a ring at the front door.

"I'll get it!" yelled Casey from down the hall, sliding to a stop in his socks at the front door.