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Pleasing Casey Ch. 01

By: DoctorHook



A torrential summer storm pounded the asphalt drive as Viki pulled her car up to the house with a load of groceries. She sat in the car for a moment, weighing the odds of the rain stopping in the next five minutes. She decided it wasn't going to get any better and popped the hatch. She jumped out of the car, as if in a panic, and gathered the grocery sacks scattered around the back of the car. Slamming the hatch, she muddled through the pouring rain with three plastic sacks of groceries on each arm to the back door, where Casey was waiting with it wide open. 

"Sorry, I didn't think we both needed to get wet," he said guiltily. 

"Oh, my god! Look at me!" she exclaimed with a laugh. The fifteen seconds she had spent in the downpour positively soaked her clothes to the skin. She handed the wet bags to Casey and shed her sandals, trying to figure out how to get into the house without leaving a wet, muddy trail. Casey took the bags to the kitchen. Viki decided to abandon her dripping-wet clothes on the back porch, and then go get dry clothes from her closet. She and her son were alone in the house, so she could sneak back without being seen by anyone else. 

She quickly unbuckled her belt and wiggled out of her jeans, dropping them with a slosh on the floor. Pulling her shirt off, she threw it on top of her jeans and headed for her bedroom on the other side of the house. 

"Don't look," she said to Casey as she briskly walked past him in the kitchen wearing only a white bra and panties. Her pretty auburn hair just looked plain brown when it was wet, and was still dripping on her shoulders. 

Casey giggled at his mother's embarrassment, but blatantly disobeyed her order, watching her shapely, but mildly plump forty-five-year-old behind sway and jiggle through the wet, translucent fabric as she disappeared around the corner. He knew it was a little perverted to watch his mother like that, but it was a harmless little secret. 

Casey was used to keeping little secrets to himself when it came to his mother. He loved her with all his heart; that much Viki was aware of. She was the center of his life, since he had no siblings and no father figure around. But the feelings he had that he couldn't tell her about—feelings he didn't quite understand—he needed to keep to himself. To Casey, it was all love, plain and simple. But he was mature enough to know that everybody has a different understanding of what love is—and not everybody would understand his love for his mother. 

Viki was long-divorced, having left Casey's dad when he was only a toddler. They hadn't seen him in years, since Viki always discouraged him from visiting or having anything to do with them. She never even pursued child support, relying on her healthy income as a successful real estate agent to comfortably support her son and herself. She had always told Casey she and his dad just didn't get along, but he suspected that his father had cheated on her long ago. Viki had a way of holding a grudge. 

Viki and Casey were very close, having always lived alone together right into Casey's teenage adulthood. He would be attending college in the fall, having just graduated from high school, but had no plans of moving too far away from Mom. 

In her bathroom, Viki shed her damp bra and threw it in the hamper before doing the same with her panties. She looked at her naked form in the mirror as she brushed out her hair. Her nipples were erect from the cold rain. She liked how she looked in her middle age. She wasn't quite the sexy little honey she was in her thirties before her muffin top started to grow, but she could be a lot worse. One positive side effect of the fifteen or so pounds of curves she had gained in the last decade was her cup size had grown from a C to a D. She loved her fleshy breasts and typically wore low-cut shirts and lifting bras to show them off. 

Viki opted for comfort and donned her fuzzy bathrobe, not even opening her underwear drawer. Nobody would know she was naked under that robe but her. The soft fabric felt good on her bare butt as she walked back into the kitchen to unpack the groceries. 

"Is Kiera coming over?" she asked her son, pleasantly surprised to find the groceries all put away. 

"I don't know; I haven't asked her yet," he said with a twinge of melancholy in his voice. 

"Problem?" she inquired. 

Casey shrugged his shoulders. "Things have just gotten old." 

"Are you breaking up?" 

"I don't know. I don't feel like talking about it." 

Viki decided not to press him any further. He would talk when he was ready. "Are you going to be home? I'll make us dinner." 

Casey nodded his head. His spirits lifted at the thought of a sit-down dinner with his mom. His mother was an excellent cook and they always enjoyed each other's company at the dinner table. Casey was well-aware that any girl he married would have big shoes to fill in the kitchen. He was spoiled and he knew it, but he didn't let it bother him in the least. 

His mother loved to make him happy; he was all she really had, never remarrying or ever having any kind of romantic relationship that lasted longer than six months. Any boyfriend that had given her the slightest inkling that he might come between her and her son, got immediately kicked to the curb. It was a distrustful reflex, long embedded in her brain after the ugly relationship she'd endured with his father, but a reflex Viki had come to rely on. 

That's not to say she didn't have a love life. Indeed, she had men calling on her virtually every week. Viki was an attractive woman who met many new people in the course of her job. She had so many suitors she could be choosy about whom she dated, even though most of them were more interested in a physical relationship than a long-term one. That was okay with Viki. She got what she needed and didn't have any hangers-on changing the rules of her home life. 

Still, an emptiness persisted in Viki's heart. She had great sex, just never with anyone she really loved. It was a fact she hid from herself by bouncing along from relationship to relationship, figuring eventually she'd have to hit on a winner. 

The only man she was really motivated to please was her son and tonight she was going to go the extra mile by making his favorite dish, yankee pot roast, and his favorite dessert, chocolate cheesecake. Spoiling her son made life worth living for Viki, and he seemed like he needed a little extra attention tonight. She hoped she could pull out of him over dinner the issues he was having with his girlfriend. 

"You want carrots?" she asked. 

Casey nodded. His appetite for vegetables was always hot and cold. He was hungry tonight. 

Viki loaded up two plates of yankee pot roast and sat down at the kitchen table across from her son. 

"What happened to Ron?" asked Casey, immediately turning the tables on his mother before she could even begin asking him about his love life. Ron was Viki's current boyfriend, and had been noticeably absent the past week. 

"Oh, we've just been kind of chilling out. I think we were seeing too much of each other." 

"Is that code for 'you dumped him?'" asked Casey. 

"Honestly, I think he's been getting a little tired of me," she admitted. 

Such a statement didn't even register as rational thought to Casey. Any man who had his mother's attention should hang on to her like grim death. Casey grunted. "What a moron." 

"Stop," she reprimanded. "Some people just aren't compatible. I'm not heartbroken about it, trust me," she said with a laugh. 

"I'm just saying he's never going to do any better than you." 

"You think?" she countered with a smile. 

"I know. Any man who's made it two months without suffering the painful slap of a Viki Breakup Call should consider himself lucky and propose to you immediately," he said in his usual jokingly blunt style. 

Viki laughed uncontrollably, putting down her knife and fork while she regained her composure. "No man would be so foolish," she finally said. 

"I would," he said under his breath. Casey suddenly wondered why he let such a brazen comment escape his lips. Seeing the creamy skin of his mom's mostly naked body today had clouded his thoughts. She seemed more beautiful than usual to him tonight. 

"Well, you're a little young for me, baby," Viki said, brushing off his sweetly honest compliment. She always knew her son adored her, but hearing him accidentally admit it charmed her beyond what any suitor possibly could. She sensed his embarrassment, and changed the subject to turn the tables back on him while the mood was light. 

"Did Kiera make you mad?" she asked, taking a bite. 

Casey shrugged. "Not on purpose. She's just kind of immature." It seemed that no girl he dated was mature enough. Kiera was eighteen, the same as Casey, and probably no more immature than any other eighteen-year-old girl. But she was probably the youngest girl he had ever dated. Casey didn't date high school age girls even when he was in high school. Viki found her son's taste in women very intriguing, if not a little mysterious. It kept her on her guard, strongly bringing about her maternal instinct, protecting her attractive young son from girls who were maybe a little wiser than him. 

But Kiera was not someone whom Viki felt threatened by. She almost seemed like she could be his little sister. Casey had met Kiera at Brunswick Country Club where he worked. Her dad was a member, and Kiera, although not a great golfer, had been out playing one day with her friends. An errant shot sliced onto an adjacent green where Casey happened to be mowing, hitting him right square in the back. She made him shut down the mower so she could apologize. 

Employees at the club were not to fraternize with the members, but Kiera had insisted on coddling the cute boy on the mower after she'd so rudely assaulted him. She became immediately smitten with him, despite the smirks from her friends. Casey and Kiera ended up dating a few times behind her dad's back, although it had never become serious. 

Although Kiera's father wouldn't abide his daughter dating a groundskeeper, Casey's mom was enraptured by such a cute girl that was actually his age. "She's a nice girl," Viki chided. "I think she's just a little shy; give her some time." 

Just as Viki doled out her love advice for the day, her phone rang. She broke the no-phone-at-the-table rule and answered it. 

"Hello? Hi!" 

Casey couldn't tell who it was. 

"Yeah, that would be okay...Just Casey and me...No, we're eating right now...Okay see you then." Viki tossed her phone on the table. "It's Mr. Wonderful." 

Casey shot her an unsettled grin. "He's coming over to propose!" he joked. 

"Ha! Like that'll ever happen! Excuse me, honey, I need to get changed." 

Viki had just about written off Ron, but the unexpected call got her excited to see him again. She abruptly got up from the table and headed down the hall to her room. 

Casey watched her in the hallway mirror as she got to the end of the hall. In her rush to get ready, she shed the bathrobe before she reached her room, exposing her naked backside to her son. Casey's mind went cloudy again, intently focused on the crack of his mom's pretty ass as she rounded the corner into her room. He kind of hoped she had done that on purpose for his benefit, but that was just fantasy. Impure thoughts suddenly filled his mind. As much as he wanted to, he would never masturbate with the thought of his mom in his head. He had done it once, and felt so guilty afterward that he resolved never to do it again. It was too disrespectful of the woman he loved. 

He flipped on the TV to pull his mind out of the gutter and found his parking spot for the evening, on the end of the sofa. The doorbell rang a while later, which Viki quickly answered. He could hear his mother quietly greeting her boyfriend in the foyer. Casey didn't normally feel jealousy toward his mom's suitors, but tonight, just a twinge of resentment crept into his heart for stealing his mother so abruptly from the dinner table. 

"Hey, Casey," greeted Ron as they walked into the living room. "That was some rain today, huh?" 

"Yeah, Mom got drenched!" he said with a giggle. "She's been walking around the house naked ever since." 

"Oh stop!" retorted Viki. "I had a robe on," she defended to Ron. "There's no filter on that boy! Would you like some coffee?" 

Casey sat and listened to the banal small talk for awhile before finally deciding to pack it in for the night and head to his room. He didn't want to make it awkward for his mom and he knew they would want some alone time. 

He flipped on the Xbox and played for awhile, wondering when Ron would go home tonight, if at all. 

Viki tried not to live her sex life in the presence of her son, but it had been known to happen from time to time when Casey was home. He didn't mind it so much. In fact, he had more than once put his ear to the door when she was in her room with a man, listening to the sounds his mom made. Sometimes she moaned loudly; sometimes she talked like a little girl. He knew her voice got high-pitched and she moaned quickly when she was having an orgasm. He knew it was an odd thing to be familiar with his mother's sexual sounds, but Casey found it comforting. He loved everything about his mother, especially her little secrets. 

Barely an hour had passed before footsteps could be heard in the foyer. Viki and Ron were talking, but Casey couldn't make out the conversation. He thought it was strange that Ron was leaving so soon. After things got quiet, curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped out of his room, awkwardly crossing paths with Viki on her way to her room. 

"He wasn't here long," Casey noted, a little embarrassed that she caught him peeking. His mother looked a little upset, and wiped her eyes when she saw her son. Concerned, Casey asked, "Are you okay, Mom?" 

Viki put on a smile for her son. "It was just a booty call." 

"Damn, mom! TMI!" he exclaimed, half faking his aversion. 

"Nothing happened. I told him I wasn't his call girl that he could just use when he was bored." 

"Oh, wow! Good for you! I mean..." He felt awkward congratulating his mom for declining sex. "I'm glad you didn't let yourself get used, is what I'm trying to say." 

"I knew what you meant, baby. He didn't like my attitude, though. We're through." 

"I'm sorry," Casey comforted. "You didn't need him." He offered his arms to Viki, who gladly accepted a warm embrace from her son. Casey pressed his face against hers and could feel the wetness on her cheeks, her face still warm from crying. On an impulse, he kissed away a tear, and then hugged her tighter, sinking himself into her soft, comfortable bosom. 

Viki was suddenly overwhelmingly grateful to have her son with her. She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a warm kiss. Those kinds were rare these days, and Casey cherished every one. He felt as though he was melting in her hands as Viki gazed lovingly at him for a long moment. 

"I'm going to take a bath," she finally said. She broke their embrace and took Casey's hand as they parted in the hallway, holding it until they were at arm's length before letting go and disappearing into the bathroom. Casey stood for a moment, recovering from the disabling effects that an intimate embrace with his mother usually brought about. 

He went back to his room, imagining his beautiful mother undressing for her bath. He tried to play the video game some more, but just couldn't get into it. He flipped the game back off and got undressed down to his underwear, crawled into bed and turned off the light. 

Casey was used to internalizing his overwhelming affection for his mom. It was a tortured existence that had found a righteous home in his soul, never seeing the light of day, keeping his conscience squeaky clean. He had control over it—a shroud over his true feelings, his desires hardly being recognized by even his own conscious mind. But the dark, churning amalgam of unfulfilled fantasies and repressed urges that had overstayed its welcome in his heart threatened to burst out of Casey's stronghold. He was feeling very lonely in love. 

He lay quiet, listening to the comforting sound of the water running in the bathroom across the hall. He drifted off to sleep with the pleasant thoughts of his bathing mother in his head. 

"Casey!" his mother yelled from across the hall, startling him awake. "Casey!" she said again. "Can you bring me a towel? I forgot, honey." 

Casey rolled out of bed and stumbled across the hall, grabbing a towel from the linen closet before knocking on the bathroom door. 

"Come in, baby; it's okay," he heard from the other side of the door. 

Casey entered to find his mother neck-deep in her jacuzzi tub, surrounded by luxurious bubbles, the faucet filling the tub in a warm torrent. He laid the towel on the counter next to the tub and turned to go, trying not to look in his mother's direction. 

"Casey?" 

Casey stopped at the door but didn't turn around. 

"Baby, I'm sorry," she said as she turned off the water faucet. 

"For what?" he asked. The room became quiet but for the last drips of warm water from the faucet and slight sloshes from Viki's arms in the water. 

"For bailing on you at dinner," she said. 

"It's okay. You needed to talk." 

"But that's the thing; I didn't want to talk. I wanted what he came over here for." 

Casey swallowed silently. "So why didn't you?" 

Viki sighed. "Can you come over here so I can see you?" 

Casey turned around and sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi in his underwear. His mother's hair was pulled back. She had taken her makeup off, but she was beautiful without it. The sweet scent of the bubble bath gel filled the air. 

"I realized I didn't love him. I'm so tired of men expecting only one thing from me." She paused a moment, taking her time and keeping herself composed. "I abandoned you at dinner for sex. Sometimes I forget where my priorities are." She put a warm, wet hand on his wrist. "Will you forgive me, baby?" 

Casey was a little put out by his mother leaving dinner so abruptly, but had already gotten over it. She was clearly more upset about it than he was. He moved over and sat down behind her head on the edge of the tub and put his hands on her warm shoulders. When his mother was upset, Casey always had the remedy in his hands. He could massage away her deepest concerns, as though absorbing her pain right into his palms. It was a little racy, rubbing her naked shoulders in the tub, but at the moment it seemed appropriate. 

"Oh!" Viki wailed as his strong fingers kneaded into her tense muscles. "I'll give you exactly one hour to knock that off!" 

Her shoulders were slippery from the warm, soapy water and made it easy to rub her deep into the tissue. "Mmm," Viki moaned. "Oh that feels...so...wonderful!" 

"Who do you love? Who's your buddy?" Casey asked boastfully. 

"You are," she purred in a high voice. 

He loved putting his mom into this state. Whenever he needed money for new shoes or a game, he would work his mom into putty in his hands before asking. He had the power to literally manipulate her into giving him anything. But tonight he didn't want anything. Having his hands on his mother's bare skin was all the reward he needed. Casey worked down from her shoulders to her back, kneading with his thumbs and palms. 

"Ohhh," Viki moaned quietly and leaned forward to give Casey access to her whole back. Casey had trouble reaching her from his perch, and turned to straddle his mother, putting his legs into the tub and dipping his feet into the water. He couldn't help but imagine he was in the tub with her. 

Viki continued her moaning as Casey worked his hands up and down her spine, mesmerized by the sexual sounds coming from his sweet mother. He put his feet close to her under the water, touching her hips with his ankles, letting his big toes slip under her ass just a little. 


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. 




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. 




Pleasing Casey Ch. 01



"Hey!" came an oddly familiar voice from the foyer. It was Megan. 

Viki walked out to greet her. "Hi, Megan," she said, mustering a pleasant tone. Megan had dated Casey a few times, before Keira. She was five years his senior and had never gained much favor with Viki, dressing a little too skimpily to suit Viki's taste. 

"Hi, Viki," Megan greeted back. "Long time no see." 

"Yes," Viki replied, making no attempt to veil her happiness at that. 

"So, are you guys hungry?" Always the gracious host, Viki couldn't help but try to entertain. 

"We're going to the movies," Casey answered, cutting off her next question. 

"Oh," Viki said, slightly disappointed. "Okay, then. Do you need any money?" 

"No, thanks, Mom. I've got it covered." 

"Well, have a good time," she said, barely getting it out before they were out the door. 

Viki found some leftovers in the fridge and had dinner alone. She could think of better companions for her son to be with, but it was his choice, not hers. He was getting on with a normal relationship and that was what was important. The food tasted awful. 

The long, warm summer evening seemed to go on forever while she was home alone. Viki pulled some weeds in the flower garden and spent extra time watering the flowers, trying to keep herself busy as long as she could before bedtime, even though she figured she wouldn't see Casey this evening before she went to bed. She decided to take a walk around the block, enjoying the pleasant evening air. 

She held the small card in her pocket that Casey had given her with the roses, rubbing her thumb on the shallow indentation of the handwritten words it contained, "I love you more than ever." Her heart was trying to be glad for Casey, but it needed a little support right now. That card would be the token of the earnest affection she and her son secretly shared, a comforting rune that she would keep with her, always. 

Bedtime couldn't come soon enough for Viki, and she called it a night as soon as it was dark. She made a promise for her own well-being that she wouldn't feel sorry for herself, keeping her spirits high and rejoicing in her son's happiness. But tonight she wouldn't be able to help herself. The raw nerve of sweet heartbreak was still exposed. She wept in her bed until she fell asleep. 

Her sleep was fitful and intermittent, but she had finally settled down some time after midnight. A deep sleep finally settled over Viki when she was gently aroused by the sensation of her mattress shaking from somebody climbing in. She felt an arm reach around her waist and gently hug her. Casey pulled the covers over them as he scooted close to his mother and spooned up against her body, pressing his bare chest against her back and his thighs against her legs. He hadn't climbed in his mother's bed in a long time. Stranger still, he'd just come home from a date. She didn't know why he was with her now, but it felt too good to question, and she was barely awake. Viki hugged her son's arm and happily drifted back to sleep.



Pleasing Casey Ch. 02



All characters are 18 or over. 

***** 

Casey awoke the next morning very early, his mother still asleep. Orange light was creeping past the open blinds in her room, highlighting her auburn hair to an even fierier shade. Casey's arm had been around her all night and he could no longer feel it. Carefully, he withdrew it from his mother's grasp and let it fall behind his back, relieved to feel some sensation returning to it. 

His legs were nearly enduring the same stationary stress his arm was, but the comfort of her soft, warm behind pressed against him was still too pleasant to disrupt. 

He gazed at her pretty profile, how her small nose curved so gracefully up to her forehead, how her full lips seemed to pout attractively even when she obviously wasn't feeling any emotion, her smooth skin and slightly freckled cheeks making her look younger than she was, as if she needed help looking more beautiful. If perfect beauty had a name, it would be Viki. 

He wasn't sure what compelled him to climb into her bed last night, but being so close to his mom all night had settled his soul. He hoped she didn't mind too much. He rested his head in his hand and lightly brushed some hair behind her ear to get an even better look at her face. The sensation stirred Viki to wake and look back at him. 

"Hi, baby" she said quietly. "Everything okay?" 

Casey nodded. Viki rolled onto her back to get a better look at her son. He had his old adoring expression on—a pleasant contrast to the cold dejection she'd felt from him for the past couple of weeks. "Why did you get in bed with me?" 

"I missed you," he said. "Was that okay?" 

Viki nodded. Of course it was okay. She would have her son sleep with her every night if they could. But that was a dangerous proposition. Their brief breakdown in the kitchen was never far from either of their minds, although they both did their best to put it behind them. 

"How was your date with Megan?" she asked, keeping the focus away from herself. 

"Okay," he answered blandly. 

"Just okay?" Viki asked, secretly hoping to herself that Casey realized why their relationship had gone cold in the first place. 

Her wish turned out to be true, but not for the reasons she imagined. Before climbing into bed with his mother last night, Casey had spent the previous forty-five minutes on the sofa in the living room with Megan, tolerating her attempt at giving him a hand job while they made out. Megan really felt like she was skillful with a dick, always saying things like, "You like that, baby?" while she rubbed the head of his cock with a rough, dry hand. 

Casey could never bring himself to point out to her that her mad skills were actually quite lacking in finesse and lubrication. He eventually came for her, just to get it over with before she rubbed the skin clean off. Megan dispatched the mess of jism with equally callow style, running quickly to the kitchen to wash the icky stuff off her hand. 

"She tries to please," he said, answering her question. 

"What do you mean?" 

Casey smiled coyly and shrugged. "She's all woman on the outside, but she's just a girl." 

Viki pursed her lips to the side and furrowed her brow, as though she was deeply considering the comment he made, but her feigned deliberation quickly morphed into a smile. "What do you know about girls and women?" 

"I know it has nothing to do with age," he responded. 

"And so what's wrong with girls?" 

"Nothing; I love girls," he said. 

"But you like women better." 

"I like you better." Not letting her reply, Casey quickly leaned down and kissed Viki on the forehead before rolling away from her and out of bed. "I'll fix you breakfast," he announced back to her as he walked out of the room in his underwear. 

Viki watched him go through the door, concerned and enraptured at the same time. He clearly wasn't into Megan, which suited her just fine, but he let drop yet another indication that he wasn't grabbing hold of the idea of a conventional romantic relationship with a girl his own age. This was going to be difficult. She really hoped he would start seeing Kiera again. 

Casey fixed a delicious ham and cheese omelet for each of them. Viki ate it with almost guilty pleasure, knowing there was a very lucky girl out there who would one day know the joy of being married to such a beautiful and thoughtful man. Casey had a bit of an ulterior motive for being so nice to his mother this morning. His car was in the shop, so he needed Viki to drive him to work that day. She would have gladly done it regardless of her unexpected breakfast. 

Casey spent a hot summer day at the country club mowing fairways on the back nine. Mowing days were easy work, but it was often boring. That was the case today as he eased the mower up to the water hazard on 17, which was a short par three. The pond sat at the bottom of a steep hill that came down from the tee. 

A golf cart was coming down the hill toward him and picking up speed. The new kid, Jake, was driving, and as he got closer, Casey realized he was going so fast he was in danger of dumping the cart in the pond. He shut down the mower and watched him approach. "That kid's gonna kill himself," he said as the mower's engine idled down. As the golf cart reached the bottom, Casey could see a look of terror on Jake's face and realized he wasn't doing it on purpose. 

Seeing he wasn't going to stop in time, Jake veered to the right and dumped the cart into a sand trap, where it came to a stop with a soft thud and a big splash of sand, tipping up on two wheels and throwing Jake out of the cart before settling back down on all four tires again. 

Casey bailed off the mower and went to see if Jake was okay. "Dude, are you trying to win a bet or something?" he asked Jake, seeing that he wasn't hurt. 

"It was the fucking brakes! I couldn't stop it!" 

Casey looked around and saw that they were alone. "I think I have some rope in the tool box." He tied the mower to the back of the cart and together with the muscle of the mower, they pulled the cart back out into the grass, undamaged. 

"Why do you suppose that happened?" Casey asked. 

"No idea. The brakes felt a little sluggish today, but I didn't know how bad until this hill. Am I gonna get in trouble?" 

"I doubt it's your fault," Casey reassured. 

Back in the garage, Casey put the cart on a jack and took off the wheel. He had always been a tinkerer, and couldn't help but have a look at the brakes and see if he could figure out the problem. After some minutes, he called to Jake. 

"I found it," he said. "See this mangled spring? There should be two of them. They are retention springs and one popped off." 

"So, what does that mean?" 

"Without the retention springs the brake pad doesn't stay snug on the shoe and will eventually fail," Casey explained. 

"Damn." 

"Yeah," Casey agreed. "You're lucky you're a hell of a driver." 

Casey found a spare set of springs and repaired the brake, but rigged a clip to hold the springs in place to ensure it wouldn't happen again. After the repair, he resumed his dull day of mowing and the incident was soon forgotten. 

Kiera Oldham had been laying out by the pool all day and saw Casey on the fairway in the afternoon, but only when his back was to her. She hoped to get the chance to talk to him, and waited around until he got off work, even letting her friend, Bre leave without giving her a ride home, just so she could hang around the clubhouse late in the afternoon, hoping to get her chance. She was a little nervous because Casey hadn't called her. 

When she saw him in the parking lot at quitting time, she seized her opportunity. "Did you lose your license?" she asked him, walking out under the valet canopy. She was cute as a button today, wearing a loose-fitting turquoise wrap over her bikini. Casey was sipping on a bottle of water, waiting on his mom to pick him up. 

"My car's in the shop," he replied. "How'd you shoot 'em?" 

"Didn't play. Just working on the tan today." 

"It's a little late in the day to get a tan," he observed. 

"I know," she giggled, a little embarrassed that she had waited around so long to see him. "How have you been?" 

"Good! Spending all my time down here." Casey felt a little awkward for not calling Kiera in several weeks. Seeing her today was making him question why he hadn't called her. She was simply the cutest thing at Brunswick Country Club, with pretty blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair. 

"I know; I've seen you out working about every day," she said. Kiera hoped she didn't come off like she was desperate. The truth was, she had noticed him working, occasionally with his shirt off when he was working in the garage. Employees weren't supposed to take their shirts off, but she had seen him when he thought he was out of sight. She had found herself unable to look away from his defined young chest. Now, seeing his slate blue eyes nearly hidden under his boyish brown flop of hair confirmed for her again that she wanted him. He was so sexy and seemed aloof about their relationship. She wasn't used to boys being coy with her, and that made her want him even more. 

The awkwardness was relieved as Viki pulled under the canopy to pick up Casey. She was pleased to see him talking with Kiera. Viki turned off the car and got out to give her a hug. "I've missed you, Kiera! How have you been?" 

"It's been a good summer. I spend all my time here it seems like." 

"Why haven't you been to see us? What are you waiting for?" Viki knew the reason, but she wanted to start the conversation about their couplehood, even if it was awkward. 

"I've been waiting on your son to call me," she grinned, taking a little jab at Casey's belly. 

"Listen, sweetie, don't wait on him; you just come down and visit me any time, okay?" 

"Okay!" she giggled, glancing uncomfortably at Casey. 

As Casey tried to think of something snarky to say to his mother, a white Mercedes pulled up behind Viki's car. 

Brian Oldham suspiciously eyed the young grounds worker talking to his daughter under the valet canopy. They were standing next to a strange car that didn't belong there. Kiera had been a little shy about revealing exactly whom she had been dating off and on for the last couple of months or so. He had his suspicions it was this kid, and now he was pretty sure. He sensed a long and uncomfortable conversation coming up with his daughter later that evening about which boys at the club were appropriate to flirt with and which ones were not. 

He was about to blow the horn to hurry Kiera into the car when he caught sight of the hem of a skirt and a smooth, trim calf standing on the other side of the canopy post. He leaned further to the left and saw the outline of Viki's shapely behind just before he banged his head on the driver's side window. Embarrassed, he fixed his black and gray hair and quickly got out of the car. 

"Who are your friends, Kiera?" he asked as he walked up to Viki's car. 

Kiera swallowed nervously as he approached, and motioned toward Casey. "This is my friend, Casey," she said. 

Brian shook his hand and his eyes immediately found Viki's. "And you must be—" he said, reaching for Viki's hand. 

"This is my mother, Viki," Casey volunteered. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you both!" he said, not looking back at Casey. Completely smitten with the beautiful woman, he had forgotten about reprimanding his daughter for her choice in dating class. "So, have you been to the club before?" 

"My son works here, so I've only been here to drop him off and pick him up," Viki informed. 

"Yes, you were the boy my daughter assaulted with a bad five-iron shot a few weeks ago!" 

"It wasn't that bad," Casey immediately pointed out. 

"How did you know about that?" she incredulously asked her father. 

"Your friends like to jibber-jabber," Brian said. 

"Don't worry, Kiera, we only had to ice it one night," Viki teased. 

Kiera's face turned red from embarrassment. "I'm so sorry! I'm terrible at golf. I haven't been out to play since." 

"I'm thinking of enrolling her in baton twirling lessons," Brian joked. They all laughed and Brian decided to test the waters with Viki. She was the hottest thing he'd seen at the club in months. "Would you both like to come into the clubhouse for dinner? It's the least I could do after what Kiera did to your son." 

Viki giggled at his forward request. Men hit on her constantly, but right in the presence of both their children was a new one for her. "I have dinner in the oven, but thank you," she said graciously. 

"Well, if you're sure?" 

"Another time, maybe. Thank you again." 

"See ya," Casey said softly to Kiera as he got into his mom's car. 

They drove off, leaving Brian and Kiera alone under the canopy. 

"Really?" Kiera scolded, looking at her dad with disdain. 

"At my age, you gotta take the bull by the horns, sweetie. Women like that don't come around every day." 

Kiera got into her dad's car and slammed the door. Climbing back into the driver's seat, Brian started the car and headed out of the parking lot. "You think you can get me her number?" he asked his daughter. 

"I think I'm gonna puke," she said, staring out the window. It would be just like her dad to horn in on her love interest by dating his mother! 

"Kiera, what woman will you be happy with me dating?" 

"Well, not the mother of my boyfriend." 

"He's not your boyfriend. Anyway, you can do a lot better than a club employee. What about you and Kirk?" 

Kiera had been gracious enough to try to make it work with the son of her father's colleague—a match that her father set up—but she wasn't into him for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was his propensity for belittling her when they were around his friends. 

"He's a douche," she commented coldly. 

"That 'douche' is going to be making six figures straight out of college. Nobody's perfect, Kiera." 

"You can say that again," she said cryptically. Sometimes she wondered if she was merely a pawn in her dad's grand business scheme. If he only knew the things Kirk had tried with his little daughter, he might re-think their "arrangement." But then again, maybe he wouldn't. 

Viki and Casey arrived home just before the oven timer rang. She got the chicken casserole out and let it cool on the counter. Casey eyed her with a slight grin on his face. 

Viki glanced his way and saw him eyeing her. She smiled. "Yes, I know," Viki said, aware of what was on his mind. 

"That was pretty forward," Casey noted. "I think he likes you." 

"No, Casey. I'm not going to date him." 

"A hundred bucks says he calls." 

"I'm not taking that bet, and anyway, I will turn him down," she said turning and opening the fridge to get the drinks. 

Casey's smile grew. "He's rich." 

Viki rolled her head lazily toward him in a look of disappointment. "Like that matters. And anyway, how weird would it be for you and Kiera if your parents were dating!" 

"Kind of kinky. If you two got married, she would be my step-sister!" 

"Oh, god that's true!" she exclaimed. "That's it; I'm definitely not dating him." 

Casey laughed. They had their dinner without any more mention of Brian and his daughter. It was a bit of an awkward situation for him. Although he was used to it by now, he didn't love the thought of his mother dating anybody, regardless if he was his girlfriend's dad. But he was going to suck it up and be a good son. A guy from the club was probably as good as any of the douche bags she'd been dating. And if the guy happened to have money, well that was a bonus as far as he was concerned. At least he wouldn't have to worry about his mom being comfortable, especially considering she was going to be funding his college education. 

Casey was into work at the club early the following morning. Sand traps needed groomed, and it was going to be another hot one, and this time he would be working hard in the sun. He set Jake and another first-year employee to work on the traps at holes 7 and 9 while he went to check on a crew working traps on the back nine. He headed toward the clubhouse to get some cold bottles of water for the workers. As he came off a shallow hill, he felt the brakes suddenly needing a lot of foot pressure to stop. He mashed the brake pedal all the way down and barely got the cart to halt, just outside the cart garage. 

"What the hell?" he said to himself, thinking it was a very strange coincidence that two carts would have brakes fail in the same week. He pulled it into the garage and put it up on jacks. Sure enough, the very same thing that happened to Jake's cart had happened to this one. After making the repair and installing his homemade clip to correct the design flaw, he decided to track down the head groundskeeper, Al, and let him know he was concerned about the safety of the carts. If something like this happened while a club member was on a golf cart, it could be disastrous for all of them. 

Casey found Al in his office at the far end of the garage, going over the work schedule. He was a gruff codger in his mid-sixties with a rough voice seasoned from years of smoking. He let Casey stand and wait a few seconds before looking up. 

"What can I do for you, Casey?" he finally asked, leaning back in his chair. 

"We have a problem," Casey began. "Two golf carts have had brakes fail this week." 

"What happened?" 

"Jake nearly dumped one in the hazard on 17, and I just about drove one through the garage wall just now." 

"What did you do about it?" 

"I fixed them. I don't have to tell you what the consequences would be if a member had one of these—" 

"What was wrong with them?" he interrupted. 

"The tension springs on the automatic brake adjuster are popping off," Casey explained. 

Al stared at the wall behind Casey, not focused on anything. "Hmm. And you're sure that's why they failed?" 

"Positive." 

Al seemed in deep thought. He looked past Casey for a few more seconds while he rubbed his whiskers. "Okay, I'll take care of it," Al finally declared. 

"I'm sure many more of them will have the same thing happen. There's a flaw in the design. I fixed these two with a clip—" 

"Thank you, Casey. I will look into it." 

"Don't you want me to show you—" 

"I think you have traps to rebuild today, don't you?" 

"Right," Casey said respectfully, but a little confused. He left the office to get back to work. 

Grabbing a few bottles of water from the fridge, Casey hopped back on the golf cart. Al suddenly emerged from his office and waved him down. "Hey! You the one that's been sniffin' on that Oldham girl?" 

"She's a friend of mine," Casey declared matter-of-factly. 

"You'd do well not to mix with the members." 

Casey said nothing as he tromped on the gas and sped out of the garage. Who the fuck did he think he was? And why did he care anyway? Casey worked hard the rest of the day and got home late in the afternoon, worn out. 

The wager about whether Brian would call his mom would have paid off for Casey had Viki taken the bet. Her phone rang early in the evening with a strange number. Casey happened to see it ring on the counter and let it go to voicemail. 

"Was that anybody?" Viki yelled from the bedroom. 

"You'll have to find out for yourself," he shouted back. 

Viki walked in the kitchen and played the voicemail back, turning on the speaker so they could both listen. 

"Hi, Viki, this is Brian—we met yesterday at the club. Listen, I just wanted you to know that offer for dinner still stands. Give me a call some time." 

Viki smiled at Casey with an incredulous open mouth. "Can you believe the nerve?" 

"What? Who could blame him?" Casey could see nothing wrong with Brian's tone. Who wouldn't want to date Viki? 




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. 




Pleasing Casey Ch. 02



She knew what he meant by that comment. She felt the tension double with his veiled plea for her physical love. She glanced down at his lap and saw the bulging cylinder in his jeans. A guilty longing suddenly sprung to life in her heart. She forced herself to look away. 

She'd felt that attraction before, but never like this. She felt vulnerable. Tonight she had defended his honor and preserved his chastity. She had been his mother when he needed her to be. But a nagging itch began to gnaw at her insides. She needed to do more for him. She had never looked at him like she was right now—a man with needs—needs that she could satisfy. She wanted to satisfy him. She needed to satisfy him. She suddenly could think about nothing else—nothing but the bulge in his jeans. Her breath quivered. 

"Well, it doesn't look like my relationship with Kiera's father will cause you any awkwardness now," she said, trying to fill the silence. If they would just keep talking, it might allay the overwhelming desire that was beginning to burn through her resolve. 

But Casey didn't respond. He continued to lay his head on her shoulder, enduring the awkward position his erection was being forced into. Viki glanced down again. It was larger. It was killing her to deny him what he needed. She dug deep, finding the last sliver of motherly decency she had in her and in a last desperate attempt to end the tension, spoke to her son in a weak voice, "You should go to bed." 

Casey stirred, sitting up and slowly rising to his feet. His dick was achingly squished between his jeans and the skin of his thigh. He knew it was showing, but he didn't try to hide it. He turned toward his mother, as if awaiting a good night hug, allowing a full-on view of his aroused manhood. 

Viki looked at her son standing in front of her, her attention squarely focused on the long bulge in his pants, now protruding even further after he stood up. She didn't stand up to meet him. She couldn't. She couldn't think about anything but Casey's jeans. Her heart began beating rapidly as the reality of fulfilling a long-repressed dark fantasy began to take shape. Her resolve was fading like twilight. She slipped her arms around his hips and drew him near, resting her head on his firm abdomen while her forearms pushed against his ass. She didn't know what else to do; her rational mind had shut down. Pure lust had suddenly assumed control of her body and the pleasure it was bringing to her heart right at that second was unequalled.  

She could feel it. It pressed against her chest. It was unmistakable. It owned her thoughts. She let one hand slip around to the side of his leg, rubbing up and down gently—slowly and gently while she held him—held him tight against her. Her hand moved around to the front of his thigh, caressing up and down, up and down, finally making its way between her chest and his jeans. She slid her hand between their bodies and she felt it—just her fingertips at first. Slowly, deliberately, she let her whole hand creep onto the restrained shaft. She released her embrace and looked up at Casey with her hand still on him. His expression was peaceful. He was beautiful. 

She looked at the throbbing bulge in his pants and ran her hand over it, wrapping her palm and fingers around the half-cylinder that was reachable through the fabric. He was large. He needed her. He needed her to show him how he could expect a real woman to treat her man. She looked back into his eyes, as if begging for direction. 

Casey reached down and lightly cupped her face, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb. She was so beautiful in her maturity, but her eyes were those of a little girl asking permission. His expression unchanged, his eyes caressing hers, he bade her continue, without a word or even the slightest movement of his face. 

Quickly, she unfastened his belt buckle with nervous hands and pinched the button of his jeans through the hole. Viki took the zipper between her finger and thumb and gently started it down, letting the tension of his pressing erection take over, spreading apart the teeth on its own. 

Casey breathed a quiet sigh at the relief of loosening his bound-up erection. It immediately grew to its maximum size, still inside his pants. He didn't even feel surprise that this moment between his mother and him was happening. All he could feel was blessed mind-numbing lust. 

Viki slid off the sofa onto her knees on the floor in her black skirt. She breathed in deeply and felt into Casey's jeans, touching the skin of his hard tool and latching onto it, finally pulling him out to stand at attention. She caressed it lightly, seeing him as a hard man for the first time. He was simply a specimen of maleness—a large, firm, delectable treat that should only be touched by someone who loved him. She grasped him mid-shaft and stroked upward, folding the skin up over the head, like he would to himself when first aroused. 

Expertly, lovingly, slowly, she jacked him up and down, starting his juices flowing deep within. It suddenly dawned on Viki that she was going to taste her son's cum tonight. There was no doubt about it. The thought of it consumed her. She had never in her life been more driven to have a cock in her mouth. 

She tasted the underside of his head, massaging it with her tongue, then down the shaft and back up before folding her lips around it and taking the whole thing into her mouth. She looked lovingly into his eyes. He was enjoying the first wetness ever from his mother. She wanted it perfect for him, sucking with a tight mouth, bobbing her head slowly on him. 

She stopped sucking and grabbed Casey's jeans with both hands, pulling them down to his knees. His boxers were still half on him, hiding his balls and the bottom half of his member. 

Viki reached around behind him and slid both hands into his underwear, pushing the garment down while palming his ass. He felt so sexy! His buns were firm and muscular, just like he looked. When his boxers met his jeans at the knees, she pushed all of it down to his ankles so he could step out. 

Naked from the waist down, Casey stood before his beautiful mother, who was still immaculately dressed for a date. Her creamy round breasts nearly exploded out of her blouse from his angle, while her knees rested on the hem of her skirt. 

Casey watched her eyes as she moistened his entire shaft with her tongue. She was truly beautiful on her knees in front of him. His mother would do anything for him, and she was proving it right now. His eyes locked on her hers as he watched and felt his cock disappear into his mother's warm mouth again. He knew immediately this was going to a lot different than what he was accustomed to. She had a subtle touch with her hands and a wet tightness in her mouth that was unlike anyone who'd ever touched him. There was love in the way she was treating him. 

Viki slid him in and out of her mouth several times, coating him completely with her saliva and getting a warm, salty taste of his slippery pre-cum that began to erupt from his urethra. She jacked him to milk some more out before putting it back in her mouth, licking it off the tip and savoring the warm, luscious goodness all the way down her throat. His cock followed after, as she opened wide and forced him into her, wiggling her head slightly to work him into her throat before backing out. She did it again, this time holding him in longer, her mouth wide open at the base. 

She spit him out on impulse, but put her mouth immediately back on him, coating him with thick gag saliva before jacking him and coating her hand the same way. Back down her throat it went again the moment she had recovered. 

Viki could feel her nipples pushing hard inside her bra. She rubbed her breasts soothingly with her dry hand while she serviced him. 

Seeing his mother look and act like a slut on her knees for him suddenly caused Casey to turn a corner in his sexual awareness. This wasn't a girl at a party acting on drunken impulse. This was his mother—the woman who raised him and had devoted her life to him. The woman he respected more than anyone and loved more than anyone was down on her knees, laboring for his pleasure. Her impeccable devotion to him and the sacrifices she'd made in her own personal life to better his happiness had to be pushed to the back of his mind. Her beautiful mouth was all that mattered right now. 

She continued to slide him in and out of her open throat, expertly taking the discomfort for his pleasure. Viki knew her son hadn't experienced the likes of a mature woman servicing him with the experience and devoted skill she possessed. She was going to make this perfect for him, no matter what the repercussions. She loved him more at that moment than she ever had, and she was determined to show him. 

Casey's mind narrowed to the exquisite feeling his mother's throat was imparting on his swollen cock. It's slippery perfection began to consume his entire consciousness. He was losing control of his rational self. His libido took over for a moment as he grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her throat forcefully. Right now she was just a slippery hole for the pleasure of his dick. 

Viki took it for as long as she could before cowering away for a breath. She strained to hold off her gag response and then opened up again for him. Casey stroked into her throat once again, fucking her like a whore, making her take it for him. 

"You like that, don't you?" he said to her just above a hoarse whisper. "Do you like taking my big cock down your throat?" A chill crept up his neck. He couldn't believe what he'd just said. 

Viki averted her eyes in submission and hummed an affirmative answer without removing his penis from her mouth. 

Her reaction compelled him to say more. He whispered softly, barely audibly. "My little whore." 

Viki nodded and hummed again, "Mmm hmm." The humiliation of being treated like nothing more than a hole by the man that owed her his life just served to reaffirm inside Viki that she could show her son more love than he ever knew possible. It titillated her soul to be his little whore! She pulled away in a gag she couldn't control, and jacked his cock while she recovered. 

She fell into a rhythm, alternating sucking and stroking, her bracelets rattling when she jerked him off. She'd never performed so lovingly, so in tune with her man, anticipating his needs, willingly sacrificing her comfort for his extreme pleasure. Anything she had to do for him was worth it. She hoped he liked how his cock looked in her pretty face. 

Casey never took his eyes off her. Her lips were angelic; her beautiful green eyes gazing up to him spoke her love in clearest prose. He needed more of her. 

"Show me your tits," he demanded. 

Without taking her mouth off him, Viki unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and with both hands, pulled it down along with her bra, letting her full, round breasts escape the fabric. She inched the bra down some more, wiggling a little to get her size Ds fully out for her son. Her hands then went immediately to his hips and she deepthroated him with renewed vigor. 

Casey reached down and palmed her hard nipple while he held still. His mom was doing all the work, taking him deep while caressing his hips with her hands. 

"You look so fucking sexy doing that," he said, overcome by lust, one tit being squeezed in his hand while the other bounced under her wildly bobbing head. 

She stopped to catch her breath and stroked him gently while she looked up at him. "Do you like how I do it?" she asked, like a little girl. 

"Yes, don't stop," he said gently, but firmly. 

Viki obediently went back to fellating him, stroking him simultaneously while she sucked the head. The slippery clear fluid was flowing steadily from his cock, adding the crucial secret slippery ingredient to the concoction that covered his penis and her hands. It was the wettest, sloppiest blowjob he'd ever received. 

Casey had never had anything remotely like this done to him, suddenly boosting his perception of Viki to dizzying new heights as the perfect woman. But the seemingly impossible notion of his mother gaining even more respect from him would have to wait until this fantasy climaxed. He couldn't let it spoil the slutty service she giving was him. 

Viki began feeling the inside of his thigh and tickling his balls with her fingers with a nervous twitch in her chest She was ready to open her son's eyes. She was going to touch him like she knew he wanted touched. She'd done it with other men. Some liked it, some didn't. She was willing to bet Casey would like it, but she felt a little apprehensive. She went slowly. She let her fingers slip behind his scrotum and rub the soft skin she found back there. Gently, slowly she let her fingers creep up the crease between his balls and his ass cheeks. A quiet gasp from Casey told her he was going to be receptive, whether he knew it or not. She pushed a little further into the area Casey had never felt someone touch. He moaned as he looked at her beautiful face. What was his mother doing? 

Viki abruptly grabbed Casey's hips and rotated him toward the sofa, and then gently pushed him backward so he sat down on the soft cushions. She immediately went back at him with her mouth, assuring that a second would not get by that he wasn't in complete bliss. While she sucked him, she hiked up her skirt to give her legs more range of motion. Now able to spread her legs, Viki moved close to the sofa in a squatting position and reached out for his shirt, gently coaxing it up. She wanted her son completely naked for this. Casey pulled the shirt over his head and threw it behind the sofa. 

She couldn't wait to taste his balls! Now in a perfect position to do what she wanted to him, Viki tongued his scrotum, tasting the salty skin, watching his eyes closely. She slurped one into her mouth as Casey's own mouth dropped open. She tongued it and caressed it for several seconds, watching the waves of ecstasy course through her son in his facial expressions. He loved it and she knew it. She managed to fit the other in as well, and sucked and caressed them both while she slowly stroked his tool. 

Casey watched her spit him out and nuzzle down behind his scrotum even further. In complete shocked bliss he watched his mom put her pretty face down between his legs and felt her moisten the skin behind his scrotum. The belittling dirty talking no longer even seemed adequately sexy. She had taken over and gone beyond what he would have asked her to do. The tables were turned with her willingness to go into uncharted territory to please him. 

Viki picked up one of Casey's legs and rested his foot on her shoulder. His other foot rested on the coffee table behind her. She wet her middle finger in her mouth and slipped it between his legs, teasing his ass cheeks open while she resumed fellating his tool. 

He felt her finger touch his pucker and nearly came off the sofa. Viki grabbed one of his hands with her free hand and held it while she continued on. Casey had total trust in his mom, but what she was doing to him was definitely going to try it.  

"Relax baby," she said to him softly while squeezing his hand. Casey did his best. Having his ass teased, while a total shock, had changed the game for him and he was now gently headed toward climax. Viki could sense it in his breathing. She sucked him some more, keeping her mouth tight on his tool, bobbing down deep every once in a while to slowly nudge him toward climax. 

Her finger pressed ever more firmly on his anus, smoothing the slippery wetness all around, exciting them both with the notion of penetration, but she held off. She sucked and jacked him gently, slowing down his approaching climax, watching his face. She paced him like a champion lover. 

Casey comfortably lay on the sofa in a dream-like state, his mom pushing all the right buttons. He hardly knew where he was. Viki was leading him precisely down the path to unbridled pleasure. She treated him perfectly, catering to his every need, even those he wasn't aware of. Her son would know if girls were treating him right in the future; this would be the standard by which he would measure all other sexual relationships. He deserved nothing but the best. 

Casey had gotten used to her wandering finger and was now completely relaxed as he approached meridian. Viki knew it wouldn't be long now and intensified her stimulation of his cock. Her bracelets rattled in the quiet room while she jacked him for the home stretch. His breathing grew louder and began to quiver; Viki knew it was time to flip the switch. 

Both of Viki's hands and her mouth got very busy. She put the head between her lips and her hand squeezed tight on his cock while her wet middle finger gently slipped into his ass, stroking up to the middle knuckle. 

The sensation brought on Casey's climax in a rush. His flaccid body suddenly tensed up, every muscle straining, every fiber of his body clinching the orgasmic bliss. Viki felt Casey's tight hole clamp onto her finger, pulsing in sync with the spurts of thick liquid he was pumping into her mouth. Casey opened his eyes and watched the angel between his legs hungrily slurp up his wet bequest with lustful urgency. Viki stroked him out, sucking the semen from his urethra as his contractions gradually slowed. She very slowly withdrew her finger from him and his body once again relaxed as he began to re-enter his tantric state. 

She gently licked from the base up to the tip, cleaning off the cum that had spilled out of her mouth. She'd cleaned up after her son thousands of times, but this salty-sweet mess she would gladly clean up a thousand times more. She swallowed every drop of her son she could find. 

Viki was so pleased with herself she hardly noticed how dripping-wet her panties were. Her physical satisfaction took a back seat to the amazing experience she had just provided Casey. Her baby just received the most sensual gift she could give him, and that was all that mattered. 

She sat down on the floor and stroked his hair for a while, coaxing him to fall asleep to the comfort of Mommy's touch. Despite what she'd just done to him, her soul was at peace. Her son had just learned a sweet lesson about how to be loved. After a few minutes he was fast asleep. 

Viki stood up and let her skirt unfurl to its normal place. She pushed her breasts back into her bra and straightened up her blouse. Unfolding a blanket, she draped it across her naked son, leaning down and kissing him on the forehead. "Goodnight, baby. Mommy loves you." 

Casey didn't respond. Blissful relaxed sleep had taken over for the night.



Pleasing Casey Ch. 03



All characters are 18 or over. 

***** 

The obnoxious and ratcheting moan of the impact wrench echoed off the garage walls as Casey tightened down the nut on the third and final mower blade. The garage became quiet and the soft crawl of a light rain shower hissed overhead on the metal roof. Rain days were maintenance days at the golf club and Casey was just about out of things to fix. He sat on a lawn chair and took a break, sipping on a bottle of water. He glanced out the overhead door and could see no end to the gray wetness of the day. 

A pair of golf carts sat on the concrete floor that had just had their engines tuned. He wondered to himself whether Al had heeded his warnings and repaired the faulty brakes on the golf carts. He put one up in the jack and pulled the wheel to take a look. 

"Son of a bitch," Casey muttered to himself upon seeing the faulty stock spring assembly glaring back at him. A quick check of the other one yielded the same results. He decided he was going to have to confront Al about the repairs. He found him in his office later that day. 

Casey wasn't going to pull any punches with his boss; it had been two weeks since he had brought the problem to his attention. He walked in without knocking. "Al, have you done anything about the golf cart brakes?" 

Al looked up from his desk and took off his glasses. "I told you I would deal with it." 

"So, when were you going to get around to that?" 

Al stood up abruptly, knocking some papers off his desk, and glared at Casey. "Listen to me, you little shit! I run this fucking garage, not you! I'll deal with things as I see fit. You got that, summer help?" 

Casey resented being referred to as a part-timer, as he'd been with Brunswick Country Club for five years, but he hadn't a leg to stand on with Al. He said nothing, wheeling around one hundred eighty degrees and strolling out the door of his office. "Try and run this garage without me," he muttered under his breath. 

Al's violent reaction to his questioning seemed very inappropriate. Al was a gruff son of a bitch, but he wasn't usually that abrasive. Something really got under his skin, but Casey couldn't put his finger on it. He steered clear of Al for the rest of the day, and got home that afternoon just after his mom did. 

Viki was emptying the dishwasher when Casey came in. "Hey, baby," she said, not looking up. "How was your day?" 

"Okay," he answered plainly. "How was yours?" 

"I sold the Millington house. Oh my goodness it good to get that off my desk!" 

"Congrats," he said, still with no emotion. 

Viki turned around and looked at her son. "Are you sure your day was okay?" 

Casey shrugged. Viki put a stack of clean plates in the cupboard and closed it. She approached him and put her arms around his neck. She looked into his eyes with her crooked smile. She knew when something was bothering him. "What is it?" she asked. 

"Just tired of being treated like a peon," he said. 

"Somebody at the club?" 

"My boss." 

"That crotchety old bastard? What did he say to you now?" 

Casey explained his and Jake's episodes with the golf cart brakes, and Al's refusal to cooperate. 

Viki pondered the situation for a moment. "That's strange, isn't it? Why would he not fix them?" 

"That's what I want to know. Somebody is going to get hurt sooner or later, and I don't want it on my conscience." 

"Well, it's obviously not your fault, Casey. Sounds like Al's ass would be in a sling if that ever happened." 

As much as Casey liked the thought of that old bastard getting his comeuppance, he couldn't abide the damage that might occur from his stupidity. 

"So, what are you going to do?" she asked. 

Casey didn't know. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. His troubles immediately began to dissolve as Viki pressed her soft humps against his body. In the worst of times, Casey could find blessed relief in his mother's arms. He put his nose in her neck and inhaled her sweet feminine essence. 

In the two weeks since their amazing night on the sofa, neither of them had breathed a word of it. But it was on Casey's mind every day. The episode hadn't shown him how a woman should treat him, as Viki had intended. Instead, it showed him that his mother was the most perfect woman ever created. There wasn't a single need she couldn't fulfill. She was the sexiest creature alive. She was the most understanding person he'd ever known, able to guide him through life's troubles and be his support, while at the same time being secretly willing to submit to his darkest needs. 

And there was no doubt he had used her to that end, taking her by surprise in the kitchen, practically raping his willing victim, and then speaking to her like a whore while she deepthroated his dick. He couldn't even look her in the eyes when he thought about how he'd treated her. But, how it had turned him on! 

He nuzzled into her neck and briefly thought of kissing her. He'd treated her like a cheap slut and he'd spoken to her like she was a sex object, but he'd never treated her like she truly deserved: like a lover. None of the sex had been to please her, only him. It was making his relationship with his mother seem incomplete. Feeling his troubles dissolve away with her touch emboldened him to express his feelings with his mouth. 

Viki closed her eyes as she suddenly felt the warm wetness of Casey's lips on her neck. They'd stood holding each other in this familiar embrace a thousand times before, but not once did either of them ever make a sexual advance. It was like their unspoken code; it was comfort love only. It took her by surprise, but not with trepidation. Viki was in the habit of pleasing her son these days, and an advance like this, while inappropriate, was not exactly unwanted. 

She let him kiss up her neck to her chin as she ran her hand through the hair on the back of his head. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Casey? What are you doing?" she asked with more curiosity than judgment. 

It would take more than simply calling him out to embarrass him now. He was feeling less and less apprehensive about making advances on his mother. They had a connection, and he wanted to feel it, fully plugged in. If she was going to deny the attraction they obviously shared, then she was going to have to tell him explicitly. 

He continued kissing her chin, not speaking a word. He worked around to the other side of her face and kissed back down her neck to her ear. Viki squirmed a little from being tickled as he bit her earlobe and gently nuzzled his nose into her. "Stop!" she laughed. 

Casey looked her in the eyes and smiled. "Do you love me?" 

"Of course I love you," she replied. 

Casey kissed her on the lips and looked at her again. Viki had watched him draw away with ever-so-slight disappointment in her eyes that the kiss was only a peck. She looked at his lips for a moment and leaned in to kiss him again, this time deeper, but only for a second. 

"How much do you love me?" he asked. 

"More than you know." 

"Do you know how much I love you?" he continued. 

"I do know, baby." 

"But I want to show you." 

"You show me every day," she pointed out. 

"That's not what I mean," he said, and kissed her again, this time with an ever so slight part in his lips, boldly showing her his intentions. 

Viki felt the wetness of his kiss and unconsciously shifted her weight to her arms around his neck to take some of the load off her weakened knees. She gave a quiet whimper and kissed him back, opening her mouth with him. 

Viki felt herself rapidly falling under her beautiful son's spell and mustered the courage to break out of it. These loving exchanges were getting too frequent, too comfortable. They were inappropriate and would lead them down a path that had a dead end. She had solidly rebuffed him once and that should have been the end of it. But she was weak. She had been letting herself succumb once again to the irresistible urge to please her son, and now they were right back where they were before. As much as it pained her to take the high road, as much as she wanted to let herself fall into sweet taboo love with her son, she had to correct his course once again. 

But she couldn't break his heart like she did last time. It was too painful—too unbearable for both of them. She used the only defense she had left in her, and she hoped it would work, because if it didn't, she had nothing else to stop them. She hugged Casey tight. She held onto him for a solid minute. Casey stopped trying to kiss her and relented to the embrace. She held him another full minute, weeping inside, but heroically preventing it from bubbling to the surface. 

The warmth of his mother's embrace was beginning to impart a chill in Casey's heart. She was blocking. She wanted him; he knew it. She had kissed him back. But she was afraid. He wouldn't push her. 

At last Viki let go of him and they looked at each other. Casey gave her a warm smile and kissed her forehead. She helplessly waited to see what he would do. She was at the end of her resolve and now her chaste demeanor was merely a flimsy facade. Her wet vagina was making her panties moist. If Casey took her right now he could have her, and she would be powerless to stop him. But he didn't. Viki didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed. 

* * * 

"Bravo!" commended Bre, watching Kiera's tee shot settle onto the short par 3 fairway below them. For once, she didn't shank it into the woods. Kiera had finally gotten the urge to hit the links again after nearly taking Casey out with her errant shot a few weeks ago. Her friend, Bre was the girls' club champ. She figured golfing with her couldn't hurt her game. 

"Are you going to the party tonight?" Bre asked her. 

Kiera shrugged as she dropped her 3-wood back into the bag. The annual summer mixer for the members' kids was tonight in the club room. Kiera normally didn't miss it, but this year she wasn't into it. She knew Kirk would be there and she'd just as soon avoid being with him. She hadn't officially broken it off with him, but she'd made it clear to her dad she wasn't into him. The guy she really wanted to bring would probably not be welcomed at a club social event. She was just about to give up on Casey anyway. 

"I don't know. If I did, I would probably end up breaking up with Kirk right there at the party." 

Bre took her tee shot, landing just short of the green, in front of Kiera's ball. 

Bre put her club back in the bag and hopped onto the passenger seat of the golf cart. "I don't know what you think he's missing, girlfriend, but it's your heart, not mine. Kirk looks perfect to me." 

"Let's just say we're not compatible," Kiera said, being evasive on purpose. 

"Okay. Or we could say you have the hots for that cute guy on the mower." 

Kiera hit the gas to avoid having to make a comment, and started down the hill toward the green. As the cart picked up speed on the steep hill, Kiera tried to slow down, but the cart's brake pedal was not responding. 

"Kiera, you'd better slow down," Bre said, suddenly alarmed. 

"I can't..." Kiera stomped on the brake pedal, mashing it all the way to the floor. "I can't stop it!" She pressed it over and over, but to no avail. 

Craig Shepard placed his ball on the 18th tee and took a practice swing when the fast moving cart caught his attention. The two girls were barreling down the hill on 17, headed straight for the pond. 

"What are those kids doing?" he asked his friend, Charlie. "They're going to get themselves killed!" Just then he could hear the screams of the two girls as they neared the bottom of the hill, and instinctively started to run toward the pond. 

The cart was beginning to bounce from its high rate of speed and Kiera lost control, veering to the left and dumping Bre off the passenger seat and into the sand trap. She continued to try to maintain control, but there was no way she was going to avoid the pond. Off the path, onto the grass and then quickly into the water the golf cart sped, throwing Kiera forward on impact, causing her to hit her head on the canopy and her arm on the vertical canopy support. 

Craig watched and heard Kiera thud against the golf cart roof, then saw her limp body get flung into the water ahead of the cart. "Check on the girl in the sand trap!" Craig shouted to Charlie. Without even breaking stride, Craig ran into the pond, falling almost immediately into chest-deep water. He swam in the direction where he last saw Kiera and felt around in a panic, groping for anything to grab hold of. The cart slowly sank deeper into the pond, almost covering the steering wheel, so that only the canopy was visible. 

Craig began to panic. He was flailing in empty water. He looked at the cart and saw he wasn't in front of it. He moved over so he was directly in line with its front, and his knee bumped something. Reaching down, he felt legs, then her torso, and quickly dragged her head above water. Kiera wasn't moving. He wasted no time slogging her back to shore, keeping her head above water. 

He laid her limp body on the grass and took her face gently in his hands. "Kiera!" he shouted at her. "Kiera! Can you hear me?" Craig put his ear to her nose, and fell limp with relief. She was breathing. She had been knocked unconscious, but she hadn't drowned. 

Above them in the trap, Charlie shouted down. "I called 911! Is she breathing?" 

"Yes, but she's unconscious. And I think she might have broken her arm." 

"Bre is okay," he shouted back. 

Another golfer pulled up alone in a cart to help Craig. "What can I do?" 

Craig picked up Kiera's small, limp body in his arms and stood up. "Let's get her up to the clubhouse," he said as he gingerly sat down on the passenger side of the cart, keeping her injured arm on top of her. "Go easy," he instructed. Craig held her head against his chest to prevent her from jostling too much during the ride back. 

After a couple of minutes, Kiera began to come to. The familiar hum of a golf cart engine was echoing in her aching head. Her arm felt painfully numb and she couldn't move it. She had no idea where she was, but she slowly realized she was with someone. She could smell his aftershave. She tried to raise her head, but couldn't. She tried to speak but only mumbles came out. Craig felt her stirring as she tried to bunch herself into a ball on his lap. 

"Shh," he comforted in her ear, and stroked her hair. "You're okay." Craig was nearly in tears at the relief of Kiera waking up. Kiera still didn't know where she was, but it was too much trouble to try and figure it out right now. She closed her eyes. 

The cart arrived at the front of the clubhouse in the parking lot, awaiting the ambulance. Craig whispered to her to see if she could be roused. "Kiera?" he said gently. "Kiera? Can you hear me?" 

Kiera opened her eyes and looked at the man's face with a puzzled look. "What happened?" 

"You had an accident, sweetheart. You drove your golf cart into the pond." 

Kiera looked at him in confusion for a moment. Suddenly it came back to her. Her expression grew frightful. "I couldn't stop it! I couldn't make it stop!" she exclaimed, breaking into tears. "Why were there no brakes?" Her frightful look turned to worry. "Where's Bre?" She raised her head painfully and attempted to look around. 

"She's okay," Craig reassured. "She didn't end up in the water like you did." 

Kiera began to sob, and buried her face in Craig's chest. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wreck the cart!" 

"It's not your fault, honey," Craig said in a soothing tone, stroking her head. He wanted to say something to ease her mind. She was already in enough pain without having to endure the pain of guilt. 

The whine of the ambulance siren could be heard down the street. Kiera tried to remember what had happened after they went careening down the hill. The next thing she remembered was waking up in Craig's arms. "What happened to me? How did I get here?" 

"You hit your head and were knocked unconscious." 

"In the water? How did I get out? I couldn't do it on my..." Suddenly Kiera realized why they were both soaking wet. "You saved me." 

Craig nodded. Kirea began to weep again and put her head back on his chest. Together they waited until the ambulance made its rude and assertive entrance. The medics gently helped Kiera to the stretcher and put her into the ambulance, still weeping. 

"Please come with me," she begged Craig from the ambulance. 

Craig looked at one of the medics. "Go ahead," the medic said. "She's pretty shaken up." 

Craig climbed into the ambulance and took her hand. 

Brian received a call at his office from Charlie that Kiera had been in an accident. Charlie explained he didn't know why, but she had driven a golf cart down a steep hill and into a water hazard. The description of how it happened felt like a knife being shoved into Brian's belly. He hoped it hadn't happened for the reason he feared. 

He arrived at the emergency room to find his daughter awake but still a little groggy. Craig had not left her side. Brian leaned down and kissed Kiera on the forehead. 

"Hi, Daddy," she said, trying to sound alert. 

"Shhh. You just rest, pumpkin. Are you hurting anywhere?" 

"Not now," she said. Her arm was in a temporary sling and pain meds were keeping the edge off. 

"The medic said he thought she had a concussion," Craig informed. 

Craig got up and walked out of the room and into the ER waiting room. He paced the floor for a few minutes while Brian talked with the doctor. Kiera was going to be okay, but Brian's problems were just beginning. Craig waited patiently. 

He sat down in a dark corner of the waiting room. Brian came out of Kiera's room at the same time that Viki and Casey came into the lobby from the parking lot. Casey spotted Brian and walked over to him. "How is she?" Casey asked, very concerned. "Is she going to be okay?" 

Brian looked up and nodded. "She's sleeping, but you're welcome to go in." 

They both walked over to Kiera's door and went inside. 

Brian sat down with Craig in the corner. "She's sleeping. Goddamn she's lucky. If you hadn't been there, Craig—" He paused for a moment and cleared his throat. "Thank you." 

"You'd have done the same thing. I'm thankful I happened to see it." He paused a few seconds, considering how to put what he wanted to say next. "I know you must feel terrible about this." 

Brian looked at the floor and nodded, dreading the next phase of the conversation. 

Craig went on. "This was unfortunate timing." 

Brian nodded. "That's it. I'm finished." His voice was quivering. "Nu-Cor will tank if all the brakes have this problem." 

"Maybe this was an isolated incident. Have you looked at Al's maintenance logs lately?" 

"There have been no issues with the prototype brakes. But that doesn't mean they won't all do this after twelve months," Brian lamented. 

"How many have been through production?" 

"Two and a half million." 

Craig involuntarily winced. 

"It doesn't matter," Brian continued. "The design will have to go through another round of R & D after this. The delay and retrofit will cost us millions. I'll never recover." 

When Craig and the rest of the board had agreed to install the prototype brakes on all the club's carts, it was a mutually beneficial move. All the club needed to do in return was provide maintenance records to Nu-Cor for the year-long test. The brakes had performed well according to the logs—so well, in fact, that Nu-Cor went ahead with production ahead of schedule. Brian had built the company by sticking steadfastly to rigorous R & D standards. But this one error in judgment—a greedy decision—could be his downfall. 




Pleasing Casey Ch. 03



"I'm sorry, Brian. About all of this." 

As the two men sat and talked, Casey emerged from Kiera's room and spotted them sitting in the corner. He had a peculiar look of determined anger on his face. He sat down abruptly next to Brian. 

"Goddammit this shouldn't have happened," he began. "If Al had done what I told him to do with those brakes, this would have been avoided." 

Both men looked at him for a moment, and then exchanged a quick glance. 

"What do you mean?" asked Craig. 

"The retention springs were popping off of those brakes. No big deal when they're new, but when they're worn, it's like a disaster waiting to happen, and it did." 

"How do you know this?" asked Brian. 

"Jake damned near did the same thing on that hill a few weeks ago. I took the cart into the shop and fixed the brakes. I told Al they all needed looked at, and you know what he did? He told me to fuck off!" 

"How did you fix the brakes?" asked Brian. The expression on his face was eager and solemn. 

"I just bent the edges of a c-clip with a pair of pliers and hooked it over the spring and onto the housing. They'll never come off that way. Easy fix for a bad design." 

"Retention springs," verified Craig. 

Casey nodded. 

"And a c-clip cost you what?" asked Brian, already knowing the answer. 

"Three cents at the hardware store, aisle five. Why does that matter?" 

The two men exchanged another glance. Brian had a hint of a gleam in his eye. His expression, however, soon changed to anger. "What do you mean he told you to fuck off?" 

"I mentioned the brakes to him twice. He wasn't happy about me trying to run his shop for him, and he let me know it." 

The gears in Brian's head began to turn. A clearer picture was beginning to form that had been cloudy up until now. Al owned stock in his company—a good bit of stock considering his workman's income. Craig wasn't aware of this. If he had been, he would never have agreed to let Al's shop produce the maintenance reports. It was a glaring conflict of interest, and the board of directors would have shot it down immediately. But Craig would be finding out soon enough. 

Brian looked at the young groundskeeper, attempting to assemble a more precise perception of the young man his daughter was trying to date behind his back. What Casey had just told him might save this massive production failure. How did he spot what a team of mechanical engineers missed? He needed to know more. And he really needed to talk to Al. "Tomorrow morning I'm going to have a little chat with Al. I want both of you there with me." 

Craig and Casey both nodded, but Brian didn't see them, as his eyes were drawn to the beautiful woman emerging from Kiera's room—the beautiful woman he'd so callously offended a few weeks ago. The other two turned to watch Viki approach. "She's so precious," Viki commented as she sat down next to Casey, her eyes swollen and wet. "She still thinks it's her fault." 

"Nothing could be further from the truth," said Craig. 

Viki looked at Craig's wrinkled and half-dry shorts and shirt. "You went in after her, didn't you?" 

Brian chimed in, "Charlie said she was submerged. She would have drowned if Craig hadn't been there." 

Viki shook her head at Craig with adoring eyes and reached out for his hand. She held it for a moment before Craig spoke. 

"You have a bright young man, there," Craig said, looking at Casey. 

"I knew that," Viki said, smiling. Then it dawned on her what the men had been talking about while she was in the room with Kiera. "Oh, you mean about the brakes? I can't believe they didn't get fixed," she said with a scornful look on her face. 

"Your son may be fixing more than just the club's carts before it's all said and done," Brian said as he stood up. 

Viki had no idea what he meant, but the change in Brian's demeanor was obviously humbler than the last time she had seen him. "Will they let her come home tonight?" she asked. 

"I think so. They need to put a cast on her arm first," said Brian. 

"Poor thing," Viki said as they got ready to leave. She stood up next to Brian. 

Brian touched her arm and spoke softly to her. "Forgive me. I was an ass." The words felt liberating to say. He just had to get it off his chest. He wasn't even considering his chances of winning another date with her. Indeed his implied blessing of his daughter dating Casey was more important than anything. 

Viki could sense the genuineness and humility of his apology, and nodded her acceptance. "Take good care of our Kiera," she said. She and Casey left the waiting room and headed for the parking lot. 

Viki watched her son sit down in the passenger seat and grabbed his hand. She held it to her lips for a moment as she fought off tears. "She could have died." 

"I know," Casey said, looking out the windshield. 

"It would have been the most painful thing you'd ever endured, knowing there was something wrong with those carts and it didn't get fixed. I can't even think about it." Viki sighed. 

"I know," he said again. Right now, Casey's anger was overshadowing any feelings of pity he was feeling for Kiera. He had a mind to go take out his frustration on Al right that second, but he would wait. He would give him what he had coming in due time. 

Casey was very quiet the rest of the evening, and seemed preoccupied. Viki decided to return the favor of the myriad back rubs she had received from Casey and stood behind him on the sofa, kneading into his tense shoulder muscles. 

Casey felt the stress melt away as his mother rubbed him down. She had a touch, there was no doubt. The anger was still there, but somehow, everything was going to be okay. Viki could sense his relief after a half hour of good rubbing. It was the most she'd put her hands on Casey in a long time. It had brought her as much comfort as him. 

She didn't want to part company with him, or even end the constant contact. Seeing such a close call happen to Kiera reminded Viki of the frailty of her own son's life. She simply needed to be with him for her own sake. "Sleep in my bed with me?" she asked. There was no question he would. Tonight would be as innocent and safe as any night to have her son with her in bed. She just needed to feel his warm body. 

Casey looked up at his mom, and nodded his head. He understood. They immediately got up and went to bed, neither of them wanting to waste a single second of time apart. Casey snuggled up against his mother's back and pressed his hips against her ass in the pursuit of touching as much of her body as he possibly could. He derived comfort from every square inch they shared. His arm across her breasts, his nose in her auburn hair, Casey drifted off to blissful sleep. Tomorrow there was unpleasant business to attend to, but tonight he was with his mom. 

* * * 

Casey unlocked the door to the maintenance garage and flipped on the lights. It was 6:00 AM and he had beaten almost everybody on the grounds crew to work today. Tearing himself away from the soft warmth of Viki in her bed had been a monumental achievement of willpower. But he was focused this morning. He was angry. 

The golf cart that Kiera had wrecked sat alone on the concrete, the floor still damp underneath it. It had a dented front end and a bent canopy brace, but otherwise looked okay. Footsteps could be heard outside and soft voices grew louder as two men approached. Casey nodded to Brian and Craig as they walked in through the open door. Craig sipped on a cup of coffee. 

Brian walked around the cart, inspecting it visually. "I thought it would look worse," he commented. He sat on the driver's seat and pressed on the brake pedal, which easily gave way, mashing to the floor. He imagined Kiera doing this yesterday. The sensation was like the floor being ripped out from underneath him. 

Immediately, all three men wanted to see the same thing. Without speaking, Casey put the jack under the cart and raised it up. The two men watched while Casey pulled the wheel and opened the brake assembly. Just as he'd seen before, a spring had popped loose, and the other was mangled and bound up. 

"Look right here," Casey said, shining a penlight on the adjustment spring assembly. He went over to a hardware drawer and found two compatible springs and c-clips. Ten minutes later, Casey had the assembly back together and was lowering the cart onto the floor. Brian sat back down on the seat and pressed the brake pedal, just to feel it for himself. 

"Just like that," he said. He marveled at how Casey had been able to formulate a fix so quickly and by using a part that didn't need specially manufactured. He doubted his engineers at NU-Cor would have found such a simple and economical solution. "Well done, Mr. Bray." 

Casey smiled, but said nothing. He still didn't grasp the gravity of their situation. Brian sat on the cart and pondered what to do. He wanted answers from Al. He would get them very soon, as Al wandered through the door, surprised to find the garage occupied at this early hour. 

"Brian. Craig," Al said, acknowledging the members. He merely gave a slight sneer to Casey. "I'm sorry to hear about what happened to your daughter yesterday," he said to Brian. 

"That's why I came down to talk to you this morning, Al. It seems that recent events here at the club involving our golf carts have been grossly out of character with the reports you've been preparing for Nu-Cor." 

"Speak English, Brian. What are you trying to say?" Al quipped. 

"You've been faking the maintenance reports on these prototypes. You haven't inspected them, and you damned near got my daughter killed yesterday. That's what I'm trying to say." 

"Those are very serious accusations, Brian. The fact is, they've been performing flawlessly for the better part of a year." 

"Yes, right up until the time that young Casey here brought some issues to your attention, and instead of following up with them, you chose to point out to him that he didn't run the garage." 

Al shot another sneer at Casey. That little bastard didn't know jack shit. "Isolated incidents," he said. 

"Could be," said Brian. "But what if they're not? What if they are ticking time bombs that will kill the next person that takes a faulty one down a hill?" 

Al gave no reaction. 

Then Brian dropped the bomb. He almost took joy at breaking the news to him. "We can't fulfill our contracts with this design. It has to go back to R & D." 

"What?" Al shouted. Now Brian had his full attention. 

"You don't like the sound of that, do you, Al? A recall means a delay in your investment return, doesn't it? Golly, I'm sorry to break this to you, Al, but a bad prototype run means your money's going to be tied up for a long, long time, just like mine. 

"But that doesn't fit your plan, does it?" Brian went on. "You were going to sell that stock as soon those new manufacturing contracts sent your investment through the roof! Then it doesn't matter if every last one of those goddamned things breaks. You'll be sitting pretty while the rest of us mop up the results of your incompetence." 

Brian and Al both shot a worried glance at Craig, knowing Al's ownership was a revelation to him. 

"How much do you actually own, Al?" Craig asked. 

"He owns three thousand shares," Brian volunteered. 

Craig nearly choked on his coffee. "Jesus Christ, Brian! Why wasn't the board made aware of this?" 

"He didn't invest until well into the prototype test period. I thought it would slip by without incident. I realize it was a terrible mistake," Brian lamented. 

Casey stood by listening to the exchange, his anger fading to amazement. A prototype run? Production contracts? Some explanation was in order. 

"So, this is your company that makes these?" he asked Brian. 

"Yes, Nu-Cor makes a lot of industrial mechanical parts. But this was our biggest contract. This was going to be the one that put us on the map. That is, until this happened." 

Casey gave an understanding nod. 

"This is where you come in, Casey." 

Casey's eyebrows raised in inquiry. What did he have to do with any of this? 

"You, my friend are going to save my company. I believe this fix of yours is our ticket to avoiding a recall." 

"Okay," he said tentatively. "What do I have to do?" 

"Go down to the hardware store and buy me five million c-clips." 

Casey and Craig both laughed. Brian grew serious again. "This fix was genius," Brian went on. "I can't wait to talk to my lead engineer today and tell him how an eighteen-year-old kid saved his ass with a three-cent part. If you decide to major in mechanical engineering, I have a position for you at Nu-Cor." 

Casey hadn't thought of himself as an engineer. He just liked tinkering. Brian's comment got him thinking about his future, and what he wanted to do with his life. His anger at Al had faded with the revelations of the day, but he still couldn't help but feel some resentment that that son of a bitch was going to be alright financially because of his help. 

"There's still the matter of all these golf carts with bad brakes," noted Craig. 

"I'm on it," said Casey. "Jake and I can have most of them fixed by the end of the day." 

"Good man, Casey." Craig looked over at Brian with a serious expression. They had to deal with Al. And there was still the matter of his stock ownership that Brian had authorized. He had an idea. "I need to see both of you in the office." 

Al wasn't used to being told what to do in his shop, but without looking at any of them, he arose and casually walked to the other end of the garage to await his fate with Craig. Brian said nothing but followed after him. The Chairman of the Board slapped Casey on the back and walked after the other two. 

Casey got started on the carts that were already in the garage. The meeting in the office went on for well over an hour. He couldn't tell what they were talking about, other than Al wasn't happy, raising his voice several times. When they finally emerged, Al briskly passed him by without saying a word. Brian and Craig chatted quietly on their way out as Craig gave Casey a sly wink as they passed by. What was he up to? 

Casey had the busiest day of his life, retrofitting all the club's carts with his fix. He and Jake worked well into the night, finally getting every last one fixed. Casey had hardly left the garage and barely noticed that the sun had set. The open overhead door revealed very little of what was outside in the waning moonlight. They were the last two of the grounds crew still there. Casey collapsed in a chair and stared out the door. There had been no word of what happened to Al. He hoped the son of a bitch got fired. 

He sipped on his water without taking his eyes off the open doorway. He had pushed himself to the limit to get all the repairs done. He wished he could go to sleep right there in the chair. Then he thought of Viki. Maybe she wouldn't mind if he slept in her bed again. The thought of it was beginning to motivate him to get up and go home. 

"Have you seen Kiera?" asked Jake, sitting down next to him. 

"I did at the hospital. She hit her head, but I think she's okay. Maybe I'll go see her tomorrow." 

Jake gave a playful sneer. "Just 'cause she hit her head doesn't mean she's gonna start dating 'the help'," Jake teased. 

Casey shoved his shoulder, nearly knocking his chair up on two legs. "I'm going home," he announced. 

"Fuck, I'm tired," said Jake. They closed up the garage without bothering to put the tools away. 

Casey arrived home to a dark and quiet house. He moved slowly and deliberately, trying to avoid making any sounds that would wake his mother. He didn't even bother going to his own room to undress. He peeled off his jeans and threw his shirt on the floor at the foot of Viki's bed. He climbed in and scooted up next to her in their favorite position. 

Viki was getting used to feeling that firm young body next to hers. She barely awoke, reaching up and putting her hand behind her and finding the back of Casey's head. She pulled him to her and kissed his lips gently, wetly, affectionately. She hugged his arm around her body and fell back asleep. 

She awoke the next morning with her head on Casey's pillow. They had both slept in and he was lying on his back. Viki lay quietly, studying her son's face. He was the most beautiful young man she'd ever seen, and she was convinced it wasn't just because he was her son. 

She kissed his bare shoulder and imagined this is what it would be like to wake up with him after making love. She would do this every day if she didn't hate herself for it. She permitted herself one final indulgence before waking him up. Reaching across him, she let her hands feel his nipples one at a time as she felt his firm chest in her hand. 

Casey stirred and looked at her. She was so beautiful in the morning. With no makeup, her hair spread across the pillow, naked except for a thin nightie, she was perfect. Seeing her first thing in the morning was becoming an excruciatingly needful thing. It felt so good it hurt. 

He had slept like a log and it seemed like he'd just climbed into bed with her ten minutes ago. It was good he had the day off, because he thought he could lie here with Viki all day—at least until he remembered something Craig said to him yesterday afternoon while he was working so hard. 

He opened his eyes wide. "Craig's coming over." 

"When? Today?" 

Casey looked at his mother's alarm clock. "At noon." 

"Why?" she asked. 

"He didn't say; just that he wanted to see you and me both." 

"Okay?" she said tentatively. "What happened yesterday?" 

"Oh man, you're not going to believe the deal with those golf carts. I can't tell you right now though." 

"Well, when?" 

"Maybe Craig will. I don't know why he's coming." 

Reluctantly, they both rolled out of bed and got ready for the day. The doorbell rang promptly at noon. Craig stood on the front porch with a briefcase in his hand. He was an attorney, and looked every bit the part today. 

"Casey," he said pleasantly, shaking his hand. 

"Come on in the kitchen," said Casey as he led Craig through the front room and into the kitchen where Viki was putting the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. She dried her hands with a dishtowel and offered a greeting to Craig. 

Craig shook her hand using both of his. "It's so good to see you again, Ms. Bray," he said formally. 

"Oh, no, no, no," Viki corrected earnestly. "Viki." 

"It's good to see you, Viki," he said. He thought she looked even more beautiful up close and casual than she did in the restaurant. He almost forgot what he came there for, being so close to her. He tried to gather his thoughts. 

"So what can we do for you?" asked Viki, prompting him back to reality. 

"I wanted to talk to you both about what happened the other day and to offer you a proposition. May we sit?" 

"Yes, of course," said Viki, clearing some magazines and stray papers off the kitchen table. "Would you like some coffee?" 

"No, thank you," said Craig. He put his briefcase on the table, but didn't open it. They all sat down at the table as Viki and Casey eyed him intently. What kind of a proposition? They were both taken aback by his visit. 

Craig cleared his throat and looked at Viki. "I just want you to know, your son has proven himself a very valuable asset to Brunswick Country Club. Not only that, he has done an invaluable service for the company of one of our members. I think you know Mr. Oldham?" he gave a sheepish smile at her. He had seen with his own eyes how badly their date ended. 

Viki giggled. "Yes, we've met. So what did he do for his company?" she asked, glancing Casey's way. 

Brian explained in detail the prototype program the club had been conducting with Nu-Cor and how it's failure had been avoided by Casey's smart engineering. Viki's mouth dropped further and further as Craig got into the details of what happened, including the illicit stock that Al had purchased, and how because of Casey, the stock was probably going to continue to rise, despite the accident. She couldn't have been prouder of her son. But she couldn't help but wonder if Casey would get the proper acknowledgement for coming to their rescue like he did. She immediately got her answer. 




Pleasing Casey Ch. 03



"We want to make sure Casey is properly compensated for his efforts. He saved a lot of people a lot of money, and the club, as well as Mr. Oldham has devised a solution. Nu-Cor and Brunswick Country Club have agreed to purchase Al's stock from him at the current market value. We don't feel like we should keep it, though, and we are offering to give the stock to you, Casey, as a thank you for your service." 

They both sat in stunned silence. Craig eyed them both and a grin crept across his face. As a corporate attorney, he had good days and unpleasant days in dealing with high finance. This was a good day. 

Viki finally spoke. "How much stock?" 

"It's nearly three thousand shares." 

She swallowed. "And how much is a share worth?" 

"Right now it's valued at around twenty-five dollars, but we expect that to double and possibly even triple in the coming months." 

Viki thought for a moment, then said quietly, "Mr. Shepard," 

"Craig," he interrupted her. 

"Craig," she began again. "Are you telling me my son could be worth six figures?" 

Craig spouted the usual disclaimer just for his own conscience, "Past performance does not guarantee future results, but, yes, we expect the company to do very well." 

"What's the catch?" she asked. She didn't just fall off the turnip truck; there had to be downside. 

"There's no catch. I don't think you understand the gravity of Casey's good deed. And, quite frankly, it offers us an easy solution to Al's indiscretions." 

"Why would Al agree to sell his shares before they rise?" asked Casey. 

"Let's just say Al was not interested in dealing with criminal negligence charges or an insider trading investigation by the SEC. His problems will go away. And so will he." 

Casey liked the sound of that. Craig opened the briefcase and took them through the paperwork, which his firm had already drawn up. Viki was all business and looked the documents over carefully. Paperwork was a way of life for her, and she was undaunted by the legalities of a stock exchange. She was pleased at how thorough the firm had been. When they finished, Craig stood up from the table. 

Viki could contain herself no longer. She lunged at Craig and hugged him tight. "Thank you," she said softly to him. Craig hugged her back. The awkwardness fell away as soon as he squeezed her body. "And thank you for saving that little girl," she said. 

"My body still aches after that ordeal," he said, brushing off the immense gravity of what he'd done. "Brian says she's doing fine. You should go see her," he said, looking at Casey. 

"I will. Thank you, Mr. Shepard," he said, shaking his hand. 

"Thank you, Casey. And you may call me Craig." He shook Viki's hand again. 

Craig left the happy household to go file the paperwork and make Casey an owner of Nu-Cor. 

Viki immediately attacked Casey as soon as Craig was out the door, kissing him on the head and face and holding him tight. "I'm so proud of you, baby! You deserve every penny they offered you." 

Casey hugged his mom, stunned at the kindness he'd been shown for merely doing his job. He could let her love on him all day. 

"Are you going to see Kiera?" 

"Yes. I'll go over this afternoon." 

"Good," Viki said. "She will be happy to see you." 

Casey arrived at the Oldham's house late in the afternoon. He had never been to their neighborhood before. He always thought his mother's house was nice, and in a well-to-do neighborhood, but being up close to these giant houses reminded him that there were several shades of wealthy. The driveway gate was open and he pulled up to the house before getting out onto the hot pavement. 

To his surprise, Kiera answered the door. She had a cast on her left arm, but otherwise looked healthy. 

"I'm here for my golf cart driving lessons," said Casey. 

Kiera laughed. "Oh my god! Now I'm definitely giving up golf. I've managed to injure us both!" 

Casey gave her small body a hug and kissed her cheek. "How long will you have that?" he asked motioning to her cast. 

"Six weeks. It's my wrist. It hurt worse than my head!" She took his hand and led him into the great room. High vaulted ceilings and a balcony overlooking the room gave it a sense of vastness. Casey felt like an intruder being in a club member's home. 

They sat down on the sofa and chatted awhile. They hadn't really talked in several weeks. Casey had learned to stay clear of the beautiful girls at the club, but Kiera was much nicer than the other girls. She was different. And it was she that had approached him. But he had never been truly comfortable with her until now. Now he felt welcome for some reason. 

She was so pretty, Casey thought. She was diminutive, intelligent, friendly and unassuming—very different from most of the girls he had come across at Brunswick. As they sat and chatted he was hating himself for making such a deserving girl wait so long for him to call. She obviously really liked him. 

They played a game of pool in the basement. Kiera was able to use her cast as a pivot for the cue stick and played just as well as she normally did, beating Casey handily on her home table. It didn't hurt that Casey couldn't take his eyes off of her small, cute ass while she made her shots. 

"Dad has been speaking highly of you," she said, leaning against the table after her victory. 

"Do you know what he did for me?" 

Kiera nodded. "You deserve it. It was just a thank you." 

"I wasn't trying to make a fortune." 

"You saved a few fortunes. Don't sweat it; you deserved it all." Kiera moved closer to Casey and tugged at his shirt. She had wanted to touch him, but it still seemed awkward. She didn't know for sure how much Casey really liked her. Casey immediately followed her cue and leaned in to kiss her. Gently, affectionately they touched lips. It had been a long time. 

Their kiss deepened, and Kiera began to wobble on weakened knees. Casey felt her start to lean and grabbed her by the waist. Kiera gasped, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I get a little dizzy when I close my eyes now. The doctor said it would clear up eventually." 

Casey touched her soft cheek and looked into her pretty blue eyes. "What are you doing this weekend?" 

"Not golfing," she said, holding up her injured arm. They laughed—not an awkward laugh, but a familiar, comfortable laugh. 

"How about the movies?" 

"I'd like that," she said, smiling. 

Casey realized he had missed her. She was sweet and easy to be with. He couldn't think of anything he didn't like about Kiera. It was time to start their relationship anew. He drove home feeling happy about his recent turn of events and was pleased with how bright his future looked. It seemed as though nothing was missing from his life. 

Viki heard the car door slam in the driveway and felt her heart skip a beat. She was anxious to know how things went with Kiera. She knew Kiera would be good for Casey and she desperately wanted him to find her. She could see a clear path to his happiness through her. Viki's need to bring them together was surmounted only by her insatiable desire to keep Casey all to herself. But the time for fulfilling that need had passed. He was on the right path and she would make sure he stayed there. 

"How's Kiera?" she asked as Casey came in. 

"She's doing fine—broken wrist and a little wobbly, but she's okay." 

"God, I'm so thankful it wasn't worse," Viki said as she wiped down the oven. 

Her hair was pulled back and she was wearing old athletic shorts and a t-shirt while she cleaned the house. Casey got a soft drink from the refrigerator and popped it open as he leaned against the counter. He found it remarkable how beautiful his mother was when she was furthest from trying to be. Her shorts were about a size too small from the hundred washings they had endured through the years. They were Viki's favorite pair, and as he watched her bend over to clean the oven, Casey decided they were his favorite pair too. Her round cheeks were just peeking out under the seam when she reached all the way to the back. 

His lust soon mixed with frustration. Visiting Kiera had been a diversion today. For a few hours, he let himself be convinced that he wanted a serious relationship with a girl his own age. It felt good. Kiera was as cute as they come. He understood that she was the right girl to be attracted to, and he was attracted to her. But as he stood watching the woman he loved most go about her daily business with her trademark unintended sweet feminine allure, he became smitten all over again. He could deny it no more. He loved her more than anything or anyone. She was simply the woman of his dreams, and he had yet to truly show it to her. His heart hurt to watch her. 

"Are you getting back together?" Viki asked, her head still in the oven. 

"Hmm?" Casey asked, before he could shake himself out of his stupor. 

"You and Kiera," she said, standing up. "Are you going out?" 

"Oh! Yes. We're going to the movies on Saturday." 

"That's great! She's such a sweetie, Casey. I really like her." 

"I know you do." 

"It's just that she's different from your usual girlfriends. I've always had a good feeling about her. She's smart and friendly and cute, and just wonderful. Trust me; a mother has a good intuition about these things." 

Casey sipped on his drink but said nothing. She was talking as though she and her son had never shared those secret intimate moments, as though they didn't matter, as though the acknowledgement of their supposedly unconventional relationship was no longer necessary and could be just swept under the rug and forgotten. 

Viki waited on him to respond. She was beautiful tonight in her domestic simplicity—painfully beautiful. Casey couldn't speak. He merely shrugged. 

"Don't you agree?" Viki questioned. 

"Yeah, she's great." 

Casey watched her duck back into the oven and scrub some more. He could feel a pit opening up in his stomach. It was as though finally finding a girlfriend was supposed to dissolve the illicit feelings he had for his mother, a symbolic end to their tryst. It bothered him that Viki liked her so much. Wasn't she threatened by a pretty young thing like Kiera? Why wasn't she hurt by him moving on? Didn't she care like he did? 

"But she's not you," he said. 

Viki immediately stopped scrubbing. Her heart began to beat rapidly. She had thought Casey had righted his course willingly. She thought he understood. It was painful for both of them, but why did it have to hurt this goddamned much? She was going to have to spell it out for him. 

"I'm not your girlfriend." She paused for a moment and then resumed scrubbing. 

Casey could feel his heart getting swallowed up in the bottomless pit that his stomach had become. She put it too plainly, too painfully and callously. His heartache suddenly turned to anger. 

"Well, what are you then?" he said in a raised voice. "Are you just a tease?" 

"Casey—" 

"Am I no different than any of your other boyfriends? Is it time for me to get the shaft now? 'Love 'em and leave 'em,' that's Viki's motto." 

"Casey, that's not fair." 

"Why would you let a good thing just happen?" he continued sarcastically. "That would just be awful, wouldn't it? Having someone around all the time that loves you and takes care of you. Yeah, I can see why you'd want to get the hell away from that craziness. I mean, if you weren't careful you might—" He paused a moment, choking back his impending eruption of tears. "—you might even fall in love." 

"And where would that lead us, Casey? What kind of mother would I be if I kept you all for myself? You're the finest man I've ever laid eyes on, but I can't keep you! You're not mine." 

"That's not up to you." 

"It is up to me! I don't want you to be mine! I'm your mother, not your girlfriend." Viki turned her back to him to hide the sudden contortions of her face. She couldn't hold back the tears, but she stifled the sobs as best she could. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest. She had just made a convincing case for a cause she didn't believe in. But, she had no choice. She could see no alternative, and she would stand by it. 

Casey watched her silently cry with her back to him. He felt betrayed by his one true love. The rejection was more than he could bear. He was desperate for it not to be true. 

"Then prove it," he said to her back. He was going to build the house of cards right there. If she wanted to blow it down, it would end here, but maybe it would force her to acknowledge their love. "Tell me it was all nothing. Tell me that the loving we've done hasn't affected you. Tell me you're not in love with me. Just tell me none of it meant anything to you and I will never bother you with this again." 

He waited, watching her back. 

Viki just wanted the painful confrontation to end. She never expected it to come to this. He was supposed to fall in love with Kiera and that would be that. It would take care of itself. But it hadn't. 

She gathered herself and turned around. She looked at her son through tear-drenched eyes and shook her head no. "It didn't." 

She took a labored breath; her chest was hurting terribly. "I was trying to show you the way you deserved to be treated. I just want your love life to be great, Casey. I want nothing but happiness for you." She watched with agony as Casey strained to hold his facial expression in check. He wasn't going to let his mother see him cry over her. 

Casey moved his lips, as though attempting to speak, but nothing came out. The sadness in his eyes spoke on his lips' behalf. Regret took hold of Viki's conscience as she watched her son digest the non-truth she had just fed him. She couldn't even watch, and averted her gaze. 

At last Casey found his voice. "I'm sorry I took things the wrong way," he said quietly. He turned to leave the kitchen. 

"Casey—" she sobbed, grabbing at his shoulder, desperately trying to keep him there. 

Casey yanked himself from her grasp and quickly went to his room. 

The agony in Viki's chest quickly spread to the rest of her body, weakening her knees to the point they could no longer support her weight. She collapsed against the counter and folded to the floor in a sobbing heap. She lay weeping with her head on the floor, heartbreak and regret washing over her. The tile floor was cold and hard, but she couldn't feel anything but her broken heart. The card from the dozen roses Casey had given her was in her right pocket, where it always was. She knew it was there, but she couldn't bear the thought of touching it or reading the words it contained, "I love you more than ever." Whatever had existed briefly between them she had snuffed out permanently with her faked insensitivity. 

But, whatever truth she wanted to grasp onto, there was no denying Casey loved her. Indeed, he was in love with her; she knew it in her soul. If she wasn't so sure about that, this would have been much easier. But she had injured him. He'd taken it far worse than she'd thought he would He had allowed his heart to get wound dangerously tight around her finger, and she just flicked it away, supposedly for his own good. 

But what about her feelings? It wasn't a concept she had really lent much weight to. Casey's well-being was the prime factor here. A mother's emotion is secondary to her child's. But as the tears began to pool on the tile under her face, Viki could not deny that their hearts were equally broken. And why? So Casey could be free to love his second choice? The idea that she'd reached the wrong verdict hurt far worse than actually carrying out the sentence. Her emotional mind began to call her wisdom into question. They were now on the safe path, but at what cost? And what untold joys and pleasures would that more dangerous path have led to? 

Viki stopped crying. She lay silently for several minutes, unable to move. She was tired—tired of being in control. She had guided their illicit journey every step of the way, from initiating the indiscretions to finally putting an end to them. And look at what it got them—two broken hearts and a young man confused about whom he should love. She wanted to stop being their emotional custodian; she wanted to be free—free to let her spirit explore what her rational mind would not. The very concept of it seemed to lift her heart off the jagged bottom of the pit that it had finally reached. 

She slowly sat up and rubbed the wetness from her swollen eyes. Down the hall, Casey was in his room, alone and seemingly abandoned by the woman he loved and trusted most. The thought of it was unbearable to her. He was broken because of her. She wanted to mend him. She wanted to mend her own heart. It was in her power to do so. It wasn't about control any more. It wasn't about pleasing her son any more. It was about being free. 

She liberated herself from the cold floor and steadied herself on the counter while her head cleared. She knew what she was going to do. Her heart was beating again. She could feel it pounding in her chest. She was alive and she had needs. Viki's breathing sped up as she considered what was about to happen to her. Her eyes weren't the only part of her body that had become swollen and wet. She had put her son and herself through hell, only to finally see truth in the light at the other end of the dark tunnel. It was time to find their way back out together. 

She walked down the hall and stood at his door for a moment. She didn't knock, but just went in. Casey lay on top of his bed sheets with his back to the door, his shoes still on his feet. Viki's hurting eyes took him in with equal parts lust and sympathy. She needed to melt the pain away for him. She needed him to do the same for her. 

Climbing onto her knees on the side of the bed, she knelt down to him and touched her nose to his cheek. He was still crying. He hadn't looked at her, unwilling to turn his hot, wet face in her direction. She hovered over him for what seemed like an eternity. Casey would not move. At last she kissed him on the cheek. She tasted the salty wetness on her lips, and then kissed his cheek again in a different spot. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked angrily through clenched teeth, holding his voice as steady as he could. It was bad enough that she didn't want his physical love, but to continue teasing him after she'd dropped the bomb on him was unfathomable. 

Viki didn't answer, but continued kissing him, moving up to his damp eyelashes. She could feel her son's pain. It was unbearable. She wept softly as she continued planting kisses on him. This was a new expression of love for him. If only it wasn't too late. 

Her soft lips, her sweet breath and her gentle sobs slowly erased Casey's anger, but not his confusion. His heart was beginning to beat faster and he wasn't sure why. She kissed his forehead and his nose. 

"Mom?" he said. Viki couldn't speak; she could only kiss. Casey turned his head toward her. He dared not consider what all this might mean. He tried to speak again. "M—" Viki locked lips with his, preventing him from finishing the word. She kissed him deeply, immediately finding his tongue with her own. 

Casey opened his eyes wide and inhaled in surprise, suddenly tasting his mother's lustful lips and tongue for the first time. He closed his eyes and slipped his fingers through her hair as he rolled onto his back, eagerly wanting her mouth deeper. His mother was here. 

Viki's tears mixed with her son's, smearing wetness between both of their cheeks as Casey's dismay was urgently replaced by his familiar passionate need for his mother's physical touch, finally and inexplicably getting fulfilled. 

Viki remained crouched over him on her knees, cherishing the feeling of repression's dead weight slowly being lifted off her shoulders while she kissed her son. Slowly, gently, she moved her mouth with his, mother and son exchanging nectarous saliva, their tongues slowly dancing, neither daring to believe it would actually continue. 




Pleasing Casey Ch. 03



Casey suddenly put his hands on her face and gently drew her away from him to look in her eyes. "Why?" 

Viki opened her mouth to answer and had to pause. "I'm sorry, baby," she finally said, fighting off the tears. "I never meant to hurt you! I didn't know what to do; I was trying to keep your heart safe." 

"You broke my heart." 

Viki wept, but strained to hold it back. Casey brought his head up to hers and kissed her gently to displace her sobs. The kissing settled her down at length and they parted lips. "I didn't mean it," she said, shaking her head, earnestly imploring him. "I didn't mean any of it!" She kissed him feverishly, as if to punctuate her impassioned declaration. "Please forgive me; I'll never break your heart again!" 

She kissed him again. "I promise! I promise. I promise." she said in a progressively softer voice, kissing him between each sweet affirmation. 

Casey wiped the tears from her beautiful face. He continued to caress her eyebrows with his thumbs. She'd put his heart through the ringer. He felt like he would nearly die of a broken heart. "I can't go through that again," he said, his tears still fighting to get out. He blinked them away. "I have to know you won't deny my love for you. You have to let me love you, do you understand?" 

She understood. It couldn't have been clearer to Viki. She couldn't even find the words to express her agreement with him. "I'm yours, baby. I'm yours forever." She doubted he understood that she needed him worse. Her heart was about to explode! She needed to show him right now. Raw emotion took over. 

"Do you want me to be naked?" she asked innocently, suddenly sounding like a young girl. The first dribble of wetness soaked into her panties. 

Casey nodded without letting go of her face. Viki took his hands and placed them on the hem of her t-shirt, and stepped backward off the bed, her arms outstretched in front of her. He peeled the shirt over her head as Viki stood up, revealing her favorite comfortable black bra. She stood in front of him, her feet together, her arms in front of her, nervously fidgeting with her fingertips. She held her demure pose for a moment and at last gathered the nerve to reach behind her back to unfasten her bra. 

"Wait," Casey said. "Take off your shorts first." He palmed his own cheeks, wiping off the remaining tears. 

Viki smiled at her son's sudden authoritative tone and slipped her fingers inside the worn waistband of her athletic shorts and slowly pushed them down over her hips. She let them drop to her ankles and stepped out. Her pink lacy panties contrasted sharply with her black bra. 

"Anything else?" she asked. 

"Your hair tie." 

Viki pulled the elastic hair band off her ponytail and fluffed out her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. 

Casey held out his arm. Viki took his hand and sat down next to him on the bed. He moved her pretty, messy hair away from her neck and tasted her, gently, touching the other side of her face to hold her soft skin firmly against his mouth. She inhaled a slight gasp at his touch. 

"Are you my girlfriend?" he whispered in her ear. 

Viki felt the switch flip inside her at being asked such a seductive, yet innocent question. Her swollen labia pressed their warm moisture against her panties. 

"Can I be your girlfriend?" she asked in her little girl voice. 

"That depends. Are you gonna be a good girl?" he asked, caressing some stray hairs over her ear, like a daddy would his daughter. 

Viki frowned and shook her head no. 

"Well, in that case, I don't know," he said. 

"Oh, please!" she begged. 

The game suddenly cleared the remnants of any doubt left in Casey's mind. She was now his. The sweet, vulnerable little girl that was begging for his love was a perfectly contorted mirror image of the truth. Viki's adorable tricks of expressing her love made her ever more desirable to him. 

"You're going to have to show me that a bad girl is something I want," he told her. 

Viki nodded attentively. The crotch of her panties was completely wet, her womb beginning to ache at her desperate carnal need. It was all she could do to keep from ripping his clothes off. But the game was so sweet and erotic, she found her patience, focusing on her throbbing pussy, which was progressing alarmingly close to orgasm before the first stimulation had even been applied to her clitoris. 

"Can I take my bra off now? That's what bad girls do." 

"Do you want to show your tits to me?" 

"Yes. I think you'll like them, if you could just see them." 

Casey nodded. 

Viki bit her bottom lip and reached behind her, quickly unfastening the clasp. 

"Slowly," he demanded. He reached under the cups of her bra and palmed her hard nipples while Viki slowly removed it. His hands on her breasts was electric! The game was getting harder to play. She desperately strained to maintain composure. 

"Lie back," he instructed. Viki gladly complied, resting her head on his pillow while Casey slowly drew up to her soft, round breasts and tasted his mother's large, pink nipple. The warm wetness of his tongue sent lightning bolts through her body, charging her wet vagina to the cusp of tolerable voltage, causing her to teeter on the edge of climax. 

She keened in high pitched moans, barely able to keep her arousal under control. She desperately wanted Casey between her legs, but wouldn't dare risk breaking character. At last he looked down at her panties. Viki's eyes rolled back in her head at what she knew was coming. 

"It's time you were naked," he said. "No self-respecting bad girl keeps her panties on in bed." Casey grabbed the straps of her panties and pulled them half way down her hips, revealing the dark, curly hair contained underneath. Casey admired the beautiful shape of her sexy mound, and reached out to touch it. Viki lacked only the slightest touch of her clitoris to send her over the edge, and upon feeling Casey's fingers caress her pubic hair, grabbed his wrist with both hands and pressed his palm hard onto her vagina. Casey felt the warm contractions as ecstasy burst forth from her womb, pulsing its wet fire into his hand! 

Viki wailed as she bucked her hips against his palm, holding him tight against her with both hands, rubbing, rubbing against him, relieved at the sudden release. Her son's hand on her pussy was sweetest touch of love she'd ever experienced, and the shudders rippling through her body were the response of pure affection. Casey watched in stunned amazement as his mother worked out the last of the contractions, her moans replaced by urgent breathing, her hands suddenly pushing him away from her clit. Viki draped her arm over her forehead, basking in post orgasmic felicity. 

Casey watched her soft tummy heave up and down while she recovered. "Now that's how a bad girl takes off her panties!" he said, still stunned. 

Viki burst into laughter. "Oh my god, baby. Look at what you do to me!" She lay with her pink undies still half on her hips, and Casey put a hand on her tummy, caressing her gently, softly brushing his fingertips through the hair of her drenched pussy. 

He lay down beside her, continuing to rub her soft front, taking advantage of Viki's nakedness and feeling her tits. His heart was a flutter at what he'd just witnessed, and now he was feeling up his sexy mother, his cock ready to burst out of his jeans. 

Viki relaxed while her son's eager hands got their needful dose of her soft sexiness. She knew what a thrill it was for him to finally see and touch her naked body, and she reveled in the perception of his gentle lust. Her libido coasted along at the bottom of the orgasmic hill, but it was already beginning to climb again. 

She turned her head to look at him and reached down to her panties, pushing them off her hips and raising her legs in the air to remove them completely. She lay flat again and let Casey take in her naked body with his lustful eyes. 

Her beauty was beyond his imagination, even in his idealized fantasies of his mother, he'd never dared to envision the perfect imperfection that lay next to him. Her heavy breasts, her soft, creamy tummy whose flatness while lying on her back belied the normal feminine hump that it usually presented, her sweet mommy pussy, so mature and experienced, yet so soft and supple and needful under its dark, curly exterior. He ran his hand through her pussy hair some more. It was the only thing he ever truly wanted—Mommy's deep and loving warmth, the place whence he came, the truest comfort that ever existed. 

Viki suddenly sat up on the bed and pulled Casey upright with her. "Let's get you more comfortable," she said, starting with the top button of his shirt. She kissed her son's neck after the first button, then his chest after the second and third, and finally back up to his mouth for the remaining buttons. She didn't take it off him, but rather slipped her hand inside and felt his firm chest while she continued kissing him. 

He was sexy under his shirt, unbelievably masculine in his boyish charm, but his hard upper body was not the half she was interested in. She needed what was in his jeans. She could barely get her fingers to cooperate with his belt, and was fumbling with the buckle when Casey put a halting hand on hers. 

"Wait," he said. 

Viki couldn't play games any longer; she had to have him naked with her. It was now a basic need. She looked up into his eyes to understand why he was faltering at that moment, desperate to persuade him to move forward. 

Casey pointed at his feet. "My shoes." 

She quietly laughed embarrassingly through her nose as she leaned forward and plopped her forehead on his chest. "I'll untie your shoes, baby," she giggled. Viki got up and knelt down next to the bed and removed his shoes. Sliding her hands up his jeans, she felt his solid calf muscle, followed by his thighs, until she reached his belt buckle again. The last time she did this, she ripped into his jeans in a mad frenzy. This time she would attempt to savor the moment of liberating his hefty cock, but it would prove impossible. He was swollen inside the cotton canvas, as before, aching to escape. She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans, relieving the pressure on him. She put her hand on his escaping manhood, still inside the fabric, and rubbed along its ample length. 

"Is that for me?" she asked like a girl that just received a tiny wrapped gift. 

"It's only for you," he replied. 

She tugged on his waistband, coaxing him to stand on his feet and immediately pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Shoving him back onto the bed, she ripped his remaining clothes off his legs and tossed them behind her. His young, firm, naked body contrasted with her soft, forty-five-year-old curves, but Viki's motherly beauty transcended the allure of mere youth. She was no longer cute; she was statuesque—sublimely proportioned for the seemingly exclusive purpose of comforting her son. And she was about to use her body to do just that. 

She climbed onto him and straddled his belly, immediately letting her saturated pussy smother onto him. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, forgetting that she didn't use language like that around her son. She reached behind her and found his package. "God, you're so hard!" she said, lightly caressing his shaft. "And so big, baby! What are you going to do to me?" She fondled his balls behind her while she kissed his neck. 

Her lips found his ears. "Are you gonna fuck me?" she whispered softly. She licked him down and up the side of his neck and came back to his ear again. "Hmm?" she asked sweetly. She was doing more breathing in his ear than speaking. "Are you gonna fuck Mommy good?" She spoke even softer. "You are; I know it. Mommy wants to be your girlfriend. Mommy wants you to fuck her like your girlfriend." She was barely audible now, whispering directly into his ear, barely aware herself of what she was even saying. 

Casey listened to the stream of slutty filth coming from his mother's lips and nearly exploded with desire. She was a respectable woman, who conducted herself in a dignified manner, and her personality demanded the same respect. But Casey knew respect wasn't what she was craving right then. He hugged her waist and manhandled her to the bed, rolling her onto her back and getting on his knees between her legs. Viki spread her legs as wide as she could tolerate, her sweet carnal flower glistening in full blossom and opened wide to the ceiling. 

Casey was ready to start fucking his mother like a rabid hyena, but there was something else he needed from her first—something that only a mother could give. He lay down on top of her, sinking into her feminine comfort, his cock not touching her. It was a comfort from his childhood that had carried him through the darkest valleys of life's troubles. Knowing it was still there brought him a peace that he could barely comprehend. She was warm. The familiar scent of her perfume adorned her soft breasts. She was Mom. He pressed his face into her neck, kissing her gently—kissing his mom. 

Viki's womb ached to be filled by her son. She watched his every move with wanton eyes, imploring him to fulfill her dangerous desire. She spoke not a word, though. The moment was too beautiful to disturb. She rubbed his back gently, driving home the sweet comfort that protected his soul. Casey kissed her face. He kissed her nose. He kissed her lips, biting her bottom one softly. Viki licked his lips gently before her tongue slipped into his mouth, lighting Casey's fire to inextinguishable heights. Casey rotated his hips and touched the tip of his penis to her labia. She held onto his neck, her eyes unwavering from his, unconsciously nodding. She took a quivering breath as her son slid his thick cock fully into her waiting vagina, completing the joyful reunion of mother and son. 

Viki immediately moaned in ecstasy at her void suddenly being filled. She held Casey's ass firmly with her hands, not allowing him to withdraw. Her son was home, and she wanted him to stay there. But her pussy desperately ached for her son's masculine hips to drive into her tender wetness. She looked into his eyes and nodded earnestly. She was beyond ready. "Come on, baby," she whispered, still nodding. 

Casey withdrew and thrust firmly into her. Viki grunted her delectable rapture. Again he thrust hard, eliciting the same stifled moan from her, and again. She was fucking her son! His beautiful cock was finally filling her swollen depths, taking their love to its highest summit, where it belonged. 

With her arms around his neck and her gaze fixed on his, the horizontal version of their familiar loving embrace held for a moment, this time exquisitely superimposed, irrevocably connected, plugged in forever. 

Casey thrust deep and hard, not taking his eyes off hers. It seemed like a dream. He was looking at his beautiful mother, like he'd always known her, except now she knew how much he really loved her. She was feeling it with every thrust of his hips. She didn't look any different to him now, even naked. She just looked beautiful. He took in her creamy curves, unable to ignore her bouncing breasts. They were calling for him. 

Viki watched him stare longingly at her hard nipples. "Go ahead, baby," she said quietly. He looked back at her eyes briefly before bending his head down and gathering his mother's nipple with his tongue while continuing to smoothly stroke into her. The infantile satisfaction gripped his soul almost immediately, being once again enveloped by the comfortable womb that had made him while tasting the fleshy fountain that had once sustained him. 

Feeling Casey's mouth on her nipple while his dick was inside her brought on a sensation she wasn't expecting. It was as though he had come full circle with his need for Mommy—back to where he began, but he had no idea it was she who would derive the most pleasure. She stroked his hair, watching him feed his soul on her feminine succulence. She was giving her son what he needed, but she was the one that was getting the prize. She knew at that moment she would always need him. 

Casey moved to her other breast, gobbling up the areola with ever increasing hunger. He sucked her, he bit her, he engorged his mouth with her luscious flesh. He took every bit of Mommy's comfort that he needed. And then he looked at her. 

Something was different. There was a change in his expression. The love in his eyes was replaced by a burning glean from deep within. Viki sensed it. 

"Oh, god." 

Casey grabbed the back of her neck with a strong hand and thrust into her, forcefully. 

"Oh, god," she said again. He thrust faster and harder, ramming her pussy with his solid erection, fucking her like he was in charge. 

Viki muttered in a quivering voice as he slammed her, "Oh my god, baby. God yes, fuck me good!" He was suddenly more than her son. He was her man. He was going to please her like a man should. She spread her legs ever wider, giving herself completely to him. 

Casey knew he was her man. He felt it in his core; he could see it in her eyes. He was taking what she'd earnestly given him—taking it for himself, because she was now his. He kissed her gently, despite the ravaging he was giving her pussy. 

Viki gladly accepted the gentle kiss. She looked down and watched his sexy hips drive into her, then looked at his eyes again. "You're giving it to Mommy so good," she whimpered. "You're so good to me. I know how much you love me, baby." 

"Always," Casey affirmed. "You're always gonna let me love you like this. Promise me." 

"I promise, baby." 

Casey abruptly pulled out of her and Viki quickly got to her knees, gobbling up his throbbing cock and taking it into her throat. Casey put his hand on top of her head and fucked her sweet, soft palate. Viki took it for as long as was tolerable before she had to spit it out. She would service him all day if he wanted. But he didn't. 

Casey shoved her back down onto the bed. "Get on your knees." Viki obediently complied and Casey shoved her shoulders down to the bed, causing her creamy ass to present itself to him in its pretty plumpness. He immediately sunk himself into her drenched folds. 

Viki buried her face in a pillow and screamed as loud as she could. She was now under his control, and he was free to use her body as he pleased. She found his cadence and met him half way with each thrust, bouncing her ass against his thighs as he pounded her, inching herself ever closer to orgasm. 

Casey slapped her ass, eliciting another shriek from Viki. "What do you love about me?" Her sexy, jiggling ass bounced along with him, cushioning the blows his thighs were giving her. 

"I love your big cock," she responded. 

"How much do you love my cock? Look at me. How much do you love it?" 

Viki craned her neck to look at her son. "I love it more than anything!" 

Casey knew it was only partially true. She loved him more than anything. Her ass ramming against him was beautiful, but he needed to see something more beautiful when he was ready to come. He rolled her hips to the side, dumping her on her back and quickly scrambled on top of her. He pushed into her again, kissing her tenderly on the mouth. 

Viki looked at him with pathetically furrowed eyebrows. "Are you going to make me cum?" The kiss had started the countdown. Her arousal was at peak. Casey thrust into her rhythmically, but much more gently. 

"What will do it for you?" he asked gently, kissing her. 

"I want you to cum in my pussy," she whispered breathlessly. 

Hearing his mother telling him to spew his load inside her vagina was beyond his erotic frontier. His heart melted as his erection became impossibly harder. "Then you'll cum for me?" he asked her sweetly. 




Pleasing Casey Ch. 03



Viki nodded, her breathing getting heavy, her body beginning to tense up. It was rapidly approaching, a simmering pot of sweet nectar, ready to explode. She stretched her neck out and kissed him again, feeling his tongue. "Cum in me," she whimpered. 

Casey lay his head on her chest, pumping her quickly, his own orgasm imminent. Viki's legs began to quiver, her chest heaving under her son. "Cum in Mommy," she said, a little louder. She was nearly there. She started to contract. She desperately longed to feel his semen filled cock throb inside her. 

"Cum in Mommy!" she wailed one last time in a high pitched voice, nearly crying. Her climax was ready to burst open the dam, and as she suddenly felt her son's throbbing cock ejaculate into her pussy, the sluice gates opened. A warm torrent flooded out of her as she held Casey's neck tight, mashing his face against her breast, and hearing him moan as he pumped his hot seed into her, rope after creamy rope of semen, overflowing her womb. 

She furiously bucked her hips against him, clenching his neck like a life preserver, coming with her son, using his orgasm for her own benefit, empathizing with the lust he showed her, returning it back to him with her pussy. She cried out as she pulsed on his thick tool, almost causing Casey to think he was hurting her, but he knew better. 

She finally let go of his neck as her contractions ended and let her arms flop to either side of her. Casey didn't want to move. He was blissfully spent. He'd given his mother everything he had. His love for her had no bounds, but his ability to show it had been temporarily used up. 

Viki labored to breathe under his dead weight. "Baby?" 

Casey picked his head up and took some weight onto his hands to save her from imminent suffocation. He kissed her ever so gently, touching just the tip of her tongue, reinforcing that they were still lovers. Viki looked up at her beautiful son, newly smitten with the amazing lover she knew he was. Suddenly, her expression changed to disappointment and she lightly slapped his face. 

"Did you hear the things you were saying to your mother?" 

Casey gave an embarrassed smile. "Well, did you see the way you were acting?" he pointed out. "And anyway, what about the things you were saying to your son?" 

Viki smiled with wide eyes. "And I fucking meant every word of it, baby!" she said, speaking honestly. She kissed him deeply. "Now get off me; you're killing me!" 

Viki spent the night in her son's bed, wrapped in his loving arms. Her heart was finally coming to terms with its undeniable need to be with him—to love him physically—to satisfy him in a way that she now understood could only be accomplished by her. Mommy's love was irreplaceable. 

Viki knew she would forever be his. She no longer had any desire to give herself to another man. But the nagging notion that he naturally would need another woman in his life was not far below the surface of her simmering love for him. She accepted it as an unavoidable truth, as unpleasant as it sounded right at that moment. But she wouldn't dwell on it. She was tired of dwelling on it. Things have a way of righting themselves, she thought. 

She would need to at least confront that emotion on a practical level this weekend. Casey still had a date with Kiera. Sweet Kiera. She wouldn't let herself feel threatened by her. She felt like she already loved her, and wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was pity? Perhaps it was something else? 

Friday was a busy one at work for Casey and Viki alike, and they were overjoyed to find each other's loving arms that evening. They stood in their familiar platonic embrace in the kitchen and talked about their day, a little more passion in their demeanor than before. 

"What time is your date tomorrow night?" she asked him. It was the elephant in the room and she needed to acknowledge it. 

Casey frowned. He was trying not to think about it. 

"Come on, you're not standing that sweet girl up, are you?" 

Casey shook his head. Of course he wasn't. He really liked her. He just wasn't ready to confront his feelings about her quite yet. He almost felt guilty for going out with her; although he knew his mother would quickly set him straight if he said so. 

Viki's phone rang in her purse, causing them to break their embrace so she could answer it. It was a number she didn't recognize. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, Viki, it's Craig." 

"Hi, Craig!" she happily replied. He was her new favorite lawyer. Casey's eyes grew wide as he tried to listen to their conversation. 

"I wanted to let you know that the transfer was completed and I have Casey's stock certificates to give to you for safekeeping." 

"That's wonderful, Craig. I can't thank you enough for the kindness you've shown Casey and me." 

"You're welcome, and I assure you, it was my pleasure. Can I drop these off to you? I was thinking maybe tomorrow evening?" 

"Sure, that's fine; I'll be home." 

"And I was also wondering if maybe you would like to go out to dinner with me?" 

Viki stood for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Casey heard him ask her out and suddenly got right in front of Viki and forced eye contact. His imploring eyes grew even wider and he nodded his head with big, deliberate movements. 

"Uh, sure, Craig," she responded, looking at Casey and blindly following his suggestion. "What time?" 

Casey relaxed and smiled at her. 

"What about 7:00?" 

"That sounds great! I'll see you then." She hung up and looked at Casey sideways. 

He had his hands in his pockets and looked a little sheepish. "I just thought it was only fair, since I have a date too." 

"Casey, I don't want to date." 

"Go on, it'll be fun! You know he's a great guy." Casey knew she would be reluctant, but he had decided that there was no way he was going to let her sacrifice a social life just to stay true to him. He knew where their love stood. He always had. And now he knew her heart belonged to him. 

"Just this once," she relented. She reached out and touched her son's face. He was so good to her. She could never betray their love again. She couldn't picture another man stealing her heart away from him, so why bother with dating? She had a fantasy that perhaps their outside love interests would be respectful and open to the unique relationship that she and her son shared. But that, of course, was a pipe dream. It was too much to ask of anybody. 

The alternative, it seemed, was to hide their relationship from anyone that came along in their lives. That seemed unthinkable. How could they be true to their own love if it was always a secret they had to hide? 

For Viki, having Casey safely tucked away in her house for the remainder of her years was a selfish indulgence that was equally unhealthy, but it was exactly what she would be doing if she didn't encourage Casey to pursue girlfriends. It was enough to make a mother's head spin. And she was unable to dwell in it any longer. 

Saturday afternoon Viki got ready for her date while Casey showered and prepared for his. Nervous energy kept them from speaking too much. She was regretting letting Casey persuade her to go, but she resolved to make the best of it. It wasn't like she wouldn't be in good company. 

Craig arrived promptly at seven, briefcase in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Casey answered the door. 

"Casey, just the man I wanted to see!" Craig exclaimed, setting down the briefcase and offering his hand. Casey almost shook his hand, but instead grabbed his upper body in a hug and slapped him on the back. Craig was happy to return the affection. He'd always liked Casey, and now that he was taking his mother out on a date, he was happy to get at least his implied approval. 

"Thank you for everything," Casey said. 

"As I told your mom on the phone, the pleasure is all mine." Craig sat his briefcase down on the table in the foyer and opened it. He pulled out a full-size manila envelope, thick with documents and handed it to Casey. "Congratulations," he said.  

Viki emerged from the hall to find the two men in the foyer. "All business I see," she said to Craig. 

"Just a formality," he said. He handed the flowers to Viki. "For you." 

"How precious! Thank you! Please come in." 

Viki arranged the flowers in the same vase she had put Casey's gift of flowers in several weeks ago. 

"Casey and Kiera have a date tonight," Viki said to Craig. 

"Oh, isn't that wonderful! I haven't seen Kiera since the day of her accident. Brian tells me she's doing well." 

"She will have a cast on her arm for a few weeks," Casey informed. 

"What time are you picking her up?" asked Viki. 

"I'm not. She's coming here." 

"Oh, good; so we'll get to see her then!" she said, smiling at Craig. 

Viki couldn't wait to see her, even though she felt a slight apprehension at her sweet Casey finally actually going out on a date with her after the rigors their relationship been through. Kiera pulled into the driveway a short time later and came to the door. 

Casey met her at the door and took her hand, giving her a brief kiss and a smile. She was so pretty! She looked so good he hardly noticed she was even wearing a cast. "Come on into the kitchen," he said to her. "There's someone who wants to see you." 

Kiera looked a little puzzled, but followed Casey into the kitchen, seeing the two older adults. She smiled at Viki and then looked at Craig. Craig looked back at her with a pleasant look, but didn't smile. He was somewhat taken aback at how pretty she looked. The last time he saw her, she had nearly drowned, and looked like someone had beat her up. 

"Oh, Kiera!" Viki exclaimed. She held out her arms, inviting Kiera to her loving embrace. "You're so pretty, sweetie! It's good to see you are doing so well." 

"Thank you," she said, grinning sheepishly. 

"I think you know this guy?" Viki said, motioning to Craig. 

Kiera looked at him again, and gave a slight involuntary nod to say yes. 

"It's good to see you again, Kiera," he said. 

She couldn't speak. She could only look at him. Craig held out his arms to hug her. Kiera paused for a moment before reaching out for his shirt with her uninjured hand, as though she needed it to pull herself into him, unable to move on her own two legs. Craig gathered her in his arms and hugged her into his chest. 

She closed her eyes as she buried her head in his shirt, and began to cry. The confused memories of the events of that day came flooding back to her. She could smell his familiar aftershave. The memory of the comfort he had brought her suddenly swept over her in a warm gush and she sunk into him, putting her arms around his waist. 

She had thought of Craig often since that day, but hadn't been aware of the fixation she'd developed for him—until now. The events of the day of the accident flashed through her mind, but this time without the pain. The hazy fog that owned her thoughts when she woke up in his arms on the golf cart, to the hand-holding comfort he'd given her in the ambulance ride to the hospital, and his devotion to her bedside in the emergency room had all culminated in a contented feeling that she hadn't lent much weight to at the time. 

But now the feelings were unmistakable. She wept in his arms, unable and unwilling to let go. It was a rush of emotion she wasn't expecting—and neither was Craig. He gently kissed the top of her head and held her tight, not wanting to let go either. 

Viki watched the emotional scene unfold with tears welling in her eyes. She reached and grabbed Casey's hand with two fingers and held onto it while she wiped her tears with her other hand. 

Kiera gathered herself and held back any more sobs. The tears she could stop, but the raw emotion coursing through her veins was not something she hoped to have any control over. She didn't even understand what it was. But she knew parting Craig's embrace was going to be difficult. She wanted to simply be held by him, her desire beyond a simple hug was too strange to consider. 

Craig at last broke their embrace before awkwardness set in. He took her beautiful face in his hands and looked into her swollen eyes. He kissed her on the forehead and looked at her again, but said nothing. There were no words to express what he was feeling. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, or if he should express them anyway. 

"You're okay," he said to her softly. Kiera nodded, looking up at him and withdrew her arms. 

Craig glanced at Viki and Casey and then checked his watch. "Reservations at eight," he said to Viki, relieving the high tension that had mounted in the room. 

"Oh, well, we'd better get going!" Viki said. 

Craig held out a hand and Casey shook it as Craig headed for the foyer. Viki touched Kiera's face and kissed the blonde hair on her head. She had no idea what to say to her, but showing her love was good enough. Kiera walked toward the front door, leaving Casey and Viki alone in the kitchen. He touched his mom's face, still teary-eyed, and gave her a long, soft look—a look that told her they would be back together soon. She took his hand and gently kissed his palm. 

Casey and Kiera stood at the front door and watched Craig close Viki's door and then walk around to the driver's seat. She let out a quiet sigh as the car left the driveway. Something in the way Craig had looked at her reassured her that this wasn't the last time she would be in his arms. 

She turned and surprised Casey by giving him a deep, long, satisfying kiss. She parted lips with him and watched his surprised look fade into a smile. 

"Let's go to the movies," she said.