Pleasing Casey Ch. 02

"We spoke for five minutes yesterday! Now he assumes I want to date him?"

"C'mon! Don't be a snob!" Casey knew she was just holding back for his benefit.

"I'm not the snob! Did you see his car? Anyway, what about you and Kiera?"

"There is no me and Kiera," he said, unapologetically.

Viki frowned. "Well, there should be. I like her, Casey!"

"Maybe you'll like her dad even more," he said as he reached over to the phone resting on the counter. Casey unceremoniously hit the call back button and gave a sinister smile to his mother.

Viki looked down at the phone and saw he had dialed Brian's number. She picked it up in a panic and attempted to end the call, but it had already started to ring. It was too late to back out. Viki shot a fuming glance at her son as she put the phone to her ear.

"Hi, Brian!" she said cheerfully, immediately shutting off her anger at Casey.

Casey smiled at his mother while she muddled through her forced call. She nervously walked around the house in conversation before returning to the kitchen to find Casey still there. He smiled at her as she ended the call.

"You're a bad boy!" she said, taking his hands and pushing them against the wall.

"But you're going out, right?" he asked as Viki nudged closer to him.

Viki nodded. "Just this once," she said, kissing him on the forehead.

Viki let go of his hands and put her arms around his neck. "I didn't mean it," she whispered. "You're a good boy to your momma."

Casey slipped his arms around her waist and hugged her tight, blissfully inhaling her sweet perfume. "When?" he asked.

"Tomorrow night," she said, holding still in their familiar comfortable and intimate position. She felt incredibly guilty. It was screwing up the perfect situation for Casey, at least as far as she was concerned. But he had shown little interest in Kiera lately, so maybe this was for the best.

"I want you to be happy," he said into her neck.

"I know you do, baby. But you know what makes me happy? When you're happy."

Casey was happy right that second, in his mother's arms. But telling her so would not be helpful. He rubbed his nose on her soft skin and, purely on impulse, gave her a soft, long kiss on her neck. He'd never done that before, and it tasted deliciously new. Before Viki had time to react, he distracted her.

"Make him pay," Casey advised.

Viki buried her face in his neck, laughing. "Okay! I'm sure he will," she finally giggled. Casey didn't get what was so funny.

The following afternoon Casey lay on the sofa watching TV while his mother got ready for her date. He felt a bittersweet sense of pride for getting her to go. He was doing right by his mom, but he couldn't help but feel a little envy at the gentleman that would be spending a whole evening with her. He decided to try and have his own fun tonight while she was out.

"Busy tonight?" he messaged Megan.

"Out with the girls. What's up?" she responded.

"Lonely and have no car."

"lol sucks for you! Is your mom home?"

"On a date."

"K maybe later."

Casey tossed his phone on the coffee table and watched some more TV. He knew that message exchange amounted to nothing more than a booty call, but, fuck it. He figured Megan would come find him if she couldn't find any better prospects.

Viki emerged from her bedroom wearing a low-cut turquoise top and a black pencil skirt. Her beautiful cleavage was accentuated more than usual by the push-up bra she only wore on dates. Casey did a double-take at his mother when he heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Her hips were simply ravishing in their rocking! His mom really knew how to work tight fabric to her advantage.

"Wow," was all he could say.

"You like? It's not too slutty, is it?"

"Bite your tongue, woman! I'll not abide such language describing my mother."

She bent down and touched his cheeks with both hands, kissing him on the mouth. "You're my knight in shining armor! What are you going to do tonight?"

"Megan might come over," he responded.

"Oh," she said, standing back up. "I thought it wasn't working out between you two."

Casey shrugged.

"Well, be good," she said, fixing her bracelets.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"He's taking me to the club for dinner."

"Ah, showing off his new catch."

"Stop. I won't be late."

A short time later, Brian rang the doorbell. Viki walked outside, not inviting him in. "Bye, sweetie!" she called back into the house before shutting the door.

Viki wasn't happy hearing Casey was still clinging to a relationship with Megan, but there wasn't much she could say about it right now. The date she had agreed to go out on tonight was impinging on the relationship she wanted him in. She decided not to let it worry her.

Viki and Brian made awkward small talk on the way to the club. She noticed Brian stealing several glances at her bare thighs on the way there. At one point she smiled and almost told him to keep his eyes on the road for their own safety, but she kept her mouth shut.

Their arrival at the Brunswick Country Club dining room turned a majority of male heads their direction. Brian intended to enjoy the entrance with his beautiful date for all it was worth.

"How'd you shoot 'em," he asked his friend, Craig, not caring about the answer.

"So, so," he said, looking at Viki, not him. Craig was nearly fifty, thin, and a little gray. He was chairman of Brunswick Country Club's board of directors and had found comfort in being heavily involved at the club ever since his wife died few years ago.

"Craig, this is my friend, Viki Bray." Brian didn't bother to mention that her son was a groundskeeper at the club.

"Pleasure to meet you," said Viki, smiling.

"No, the pleasure is all mine," Craig returned. "There's a boy who works here with that name, Bray."

"My son!" said Viki.

"Oh, is that right? He's such a good boy. Hard worker!" Craig complemented.

"Why thank you!" exclaimed Viki. "He loves it here."

"He takes good care of things, and we appreciate his hard work." Craig was completely smitten with Viki's beauty, and was elated he had an immediate connection with her. Her only flaw was she was there with Brian.

Viki and Brian were seated at a private corner table for two after making the rounds in the dining room. Viki figured he'd already seen most of them earlier in the day, and just was making a point tonight to show her off, just like Casey said. She had to admit to herself, she did look stunning.

The dinner was pleasant and the conversation eventually came around to their kids, as it always seems to do between single parents. "Kiera's a nice girl," Viki commented.

"Yes, thank you," he said graciously. "She inherited her looks from her mother, and that was it, thank god."

"And so what did she inherit from her father?"

"Stubbornness."

Viki laughed. "I just adore her! I told Casey I felt a little bad for going on a date with her father, which makes things awkward for them now."

"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about that," he said. "Kiera is in a serious relationship with a future Harvard grad."

"Oh? I wasn't aware of that."

"She's having her fun now, but her heart is with Kirk."

"She's having her fun?" Viki asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes, well, it's good for her to get a perspective of all different kinds of people before she settles down with the right one," he said, giving a callous shrug.

"I see," Viki returned. "And how exactly does my son contrast with a 'future Harvard grad'?"

"I'm sure he has a bright future here at the club; I hear good things about him."

Viki could feel the blood rising from her chest, up her neck and begin to flush her face. Who the hell did this son of a bitch think he was, speaking as if Casey has reached the pinnacle of his ambition on a golf course mower? "And so you're saying my son is good enough to work at your club, but not good enough to marry your daughter?"

"I'm just saying—"

"Mr. Oldham, thank you for dinner. I'll find my own way home," she said, scooting her chair back and standing up, much to Brian's surprise.

Viki could easily sense when a pompous ass was slumming with her. That much was tolerable. But insulting her son was a different story. She walked away from the table, taking care to allow her hips to sway to their furthest and most sultry feminine apex, keenly aware of Brian's eyes on her beautiful ass as he suddenly realized that it was beyond his reach.

At ten o'clock Casey heard the doorbell ring. He opened the front door to find a very skimpily clad Megan slightly stumbling on her high heels in a pleasingly short mini skirt.

"Hey, baby!" she said, putting her arms around his neck. "I've been thinking about you."

In fact, Megan had been thinking about getting some cock, but not necessarily Casey's. She had let her friends leave her at the bar with some dude in a muscle shirt, but then he bailed on her at the last minute, forcing Megan to take a taxi from the bar. Instead of going home, she decided to take a detour to Casey's house instead.

Casey could smell beer on her breath, and wondered if she had driven to his house. He leaned outside to see her car, causing Megan to lose her balance. She pulled Casey in his bare feet out the door and into the front yard. They both laughed and she kissed him in the darkness, slipping her tongue into his mouth and moaning immediately.

Casey felt a little funny making out in sight of the neighbors' houses, but they were standing in the shadows, so he went with it.

"How did you get here?" he asked, stopping the feverish kissing for a moment.

"I took a cab." She kissed him again, pressing her breasts into him. "I have something to show you," she said, stepping back and pulling her shirt over her head, revealing her black bra. "You're the first since I've healed up." Casey looked around at the neighbors' houses, somewhat embarrassed by the spectacle unfolding in his yard, but all windows were empty.

Megan reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then cupped her breasts in her hands, holding the bra in place. "Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" he asked, totally perplexed.

Megan smiled and lowered her hands, revealing her round tits and hard nipples, complete with shiny new barbells pierced through them.

Casey just stared at the beautiful ornamented breasts, stunned at how much they turned him on, but at the same time squicked by how falling down drunk she was.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

Casey nodded, unable to tear his eyes away.

Megan approached him again and gently grabbed the back of his head. "You wanna taste them, baby?" she said, pulling his head down.

Casey tilted his head and slurped up her left nipple, flipping the sexy hardware with his tongue, enjoying the contrast of hard metal and soft flesh on his lips. Megan closed her eyes at feeling the slippery wetness twist her nipple one way and then the other. She almost lost her balance and stepped to the side.

Steadying her hips with his hands, Casey looked back into her eyes. She could barely keep both of them focused on him at the same time. He was sure she was seeing two of him. "Megan, you're completely wasted," he said with a laugh.

"I'm just a liiiiitle tipsy," she said, holding her thumb and finger a centimeter apart. She put her arms around him and kissed him again. "You should be glad. Now you can do whatever you want to me," she said, giggling.

Casey doubted she even needed to be drunk for him to take advantage of the little slut on his front lawn. They continued kissing while Casey wrestled with his conscience whether to go through with it. On the one hand, a sure thing doesn't ring your doorbell every night. On the other hand, this otherwise sexy girl was looking decidedly non-sexy in her desperate and drunken attempt at getting some off of whoever would have her.

As the taxi carrying Viki turned onto her street, she could see her house a block away, and what appeared to be two people in the front yard. As they turned into the driveway it was immediately evident that one of them wasn't fully clothed.

"Whoa!" said the cab driver when he saw Megan's exposed tits. "You got a party going on here?" He parked the car in the drive, illuminating the show on the lawn with his headlights while Viki pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

"Wait here," she said, handing him the money. "I might have another fare for you."

"No problem," the cabbie said.

Casey watched his mom get out of the cab while Megan scrambled to pick up her bra and shirt off the grass. She held them in front of her as Viki approached.

"Case?" she said. "Are you trying to give the neighbors a show?"

"Megan just wanted to show me something," he said with an embarrassed giggle.

"I see that. Megan, run up on the porch and put your clothes back on, sweetie."

Megan did as she was told, retreating to the darkness of the front porch and getting herself put back together.

Viki watched her stumble away. "Is she...drunk?"

Casey nodded.

"Why is she here?"

"I think I'm the consolation prize tonight," he said candidly.

Viki rolled her eyes and looked toward the dark porch. "Oh my god," she said contemptuously. "How did she get here?"

"The same way you did," he said, motioning toward the waiting cab. "What happened to you tonight?"

"Ugh," she grunted. "I don't want to talk about it right now."

Casey could see she was upset, and it wasn't just about his indiscretions in the front yard.

Megan walked back into the light, nervously twirling her hair. Even in her drunken state, the awkwardness was unbearable. Viki's sudden arrival was a harsh dose of reality.

"Megan, do you need a ride home?"

"Are you taking me?" she asked, a little annoyed at Viki. The initial shock had worn off, and now in addition to her embarrassment, she was pissed she wasn't getting laid.

"No, but Bernie will," Viki said, motioning toward the cab.

Megan shrugged and rolled her eyes in defeat.

Viki grinned as she turned her back toward the two and sauntered over to the cab. She dug into her purse and pulled out thirty dollars. "What's your address, hon?" she asked Megan over her shoulder.

Megan crawled into the back seat and slammed the door. "2124 Elkwood," she mumbled.

"Will this cover it?" Viki asked the driver.

He nodded and took the cash.

"Okay, Bernard Wolczek, 975529" she said, reading his hack license to remind him that although he was driving off with a sexy drunk girl, he wasn't anonymous. "See that our lovely Megan gets home safely, okay?"

"Thank you, ma'am," Bernie said, starting the meter.

Viki and Casey watched the taxi back out into the street and drive away. Viki performed a curt ninety degree turn toward her son and awaited with raised eyebrows his explanation.

"Mom, she just showed up and started taking her clothes off on the front lawn. I swear I didn't even encourage her!"

Viki held her hard stare for as long as she could before a smile finally broke out.

"Consolation prize," she mocked. "You're the grand prize, baby." She pulled her heels off one at a time before walking in the front door, which had been open since Megan pulled Casey out into the yard.

The thought of some slutty little girl using her son for sex incensed Viki. He was a man—a very sexy man who deserved to be treated with respect. Even if she respected him, she wouldn't have done him the proper service he deserved. Viki could tell by her mannerisms that she was a mediocre lover, only interested in herself. She knew her type. Megan could attract all kinds of guys, but could she treat them properly, like a real woman would? Not yet, she was still just a girl—a girl who needed to find someone else to practice on besides her son.

"Really, Casey. I'm not trying to tell you how to run your life, but you can do so much better than Megan."

"Really?" he asked with fake incredulity. "Did you see her pierced nipples?"

"You like that?"

Casey smiled broadly and gave his mother a wink.

"Ugh, kids!" she said.

"She's all looks," Casey said, validating his mother's hunch.

"What do you mean?" Viki felt a little quiver of excitement at Casey's subtle hint of sex talk, which he had also hinted at yesterday morning while they lay in bed.

Casey smiled coyly.

"Come on!" she exclaimed, sitting down on the sofa. She put her feet up on the coffee table. "Tell me what it is she's no good at. You can talk to momma."

"Um, well, you know, she's not very good with her...hands."

Viki burst out laughing. "Did you think her hands would be as good as yours?"

"Well, no..." he stopped short, thoroughly embarrassed by his mother's jovial candidness.

Viki continued laughing, much to Casey's consternation. She finally sensed his embarrassment and closed her mouth to stifle the laughter. Taking his hand, she pulled him onto the sofa next to her. She touched his head with her opposite hand, coaxing him to rest on her shoulder. Casey obliged the gesture and sunk into her warm, motherly comfort.

They rested quietly for a while. "You look beautiful tonight," he said at length, not taking his head off her shoulder.

"Thank you, baby. I felt beautiful tonight."

"So, why did you come home alone?"

Viki sighed. "Mr. Oldham is a bit of a pompous ass. After dinner I no longer felt a need to be around him," she said, telling a partial truth. She would never tell Casey that Brian didn't feel he was good enough for his daughter.

"Yeah, that day in the parking lot was the nicest he'd ever been to me. He probably won't be that nice again," he said with a chuckle.

"Sorry," Viki said. She was curious about what Casey knew about Kiera's love interests. "Do you know about Kirk?"

"Yeah, he's Kiera's ex-boyfriend."

"Well, according to Brian, he's Kiera's current boyfriend."

"Not if Kiera has anything to say about it. He's a total douche. He tried to get her to do a threesome with his girlfriend at Harvard."

"Oh," she said, a little stunned. "He has another girlfriend? He is a douche, I guess."

Viki reached up and caressed Casey's face, unable to see it on her shoulder. She wanted him happy. She wanted him in a good relationship, a satisfying relationship—one where he would be treated the way he deserved, in daily life, and in bed. She wanted him to find a girl that would treat him just like she would. But they were hard to find. Her standards were very high for her son.

She thought about that sexy slut that paid him a visit tonight. Would he have gone all the way with her in her present condition? Would it have been satisfying to him, emotionally and physically? She hoped his standards were as high as hers. She decided to ask him.

"So, you got to second base with Megan."

"Yeah?" he said with startled embarrassment.

"Have you gone any further?"

"No," he was relieved to say.

"She looked like she would have tonight."

"Yes, she would have. Thanks for screwing that up!"

Viki lightly slapped her son on the cheek in a tender joking reprimand. "But she's just a girl," Viki said, reminding him of his previous comment to her.

"You're right. She would have only been the consolation prize."

Talking sex with his mother suddenly aroused Casey. The innuendo was palpable. He got hard in his jeans and began growing down his leg. Her perfume, her soft voice, her unrivaled beauty and the gentle sex talk was all too much to ignore while he was lying with his body so close to hers. He squirmed slightly in discomfort, which did not go unnoticed by Viki.