Only Human

"Oh you! Don't remind me," she laughed nervously, swatting him on the upper arm.

Todd got a serious look on his face and said, "I was shocked to hear that you and Dad split. So what happened?"

Both his parents had written and told him about their decision to part ways, neither had explained why though.

Todd sat patiently and listened as his mother explained how his parents had just drifted apart over the years. Something that happened from time to time with couples she said. There was no one thing that had caused them to go their separate ways, just a bunch of little things that finally added up. When she finished speaking she leaned back in her chair and waited for her son's reaction. What she wasn't aware of was how stiff her nipples had gotten while she had been talking. Todd was very aware of this fact however.

Clearing his throat and raising his eyes away from her chest he asked, "So it wasn't anything like Dad running off with his secretary, or something like that?"

Chuckling Janet replied, "No, nothing even remotely like that."

As she'd been talking she noticed her son's eyes kept drifting down toward her chest. Oddly she found it titillating that her son couldn't stop checking her out. Her nipples stiffened even more.

Nodding he tore his eyes away from the provocative sight then glanced down at the floor before asking, "Mom, can I ask you something?"

"Sure honey."

"I know it's none of my business, but how many times have you had guys over since you and Dad split? I only ask because that guy was kind of young."

"You're right, it isn't any of your business. But since you asked, I'll tell you. That was the first time I've had sex in nearly three years. And I will admit he was young. But seriously, did you see the ass on him? I mean...wow! Too bad his package wasn't a little bigger."

"Jeez Mom!" Todd exclaimed.

"What?" Janet replied laughingly.

"Nothing," Todd replied, shaking his head.

"I hate to break it to you honey, but your Mom has needs too. I'm only human after all."

Todd glanced over at his mother and before he could stop himself said, "Oh, there's no denying that."

"What's that suppose to mean?" she asked.

"Nothing bad, Mom. It's just I've never seen this side of you before," he replied sheepishly.

"Well, you certainly weren't supposed to see what you saw today. I guess next time I'm bent over I'll make sure the front door is locked first," she couldn't help but say.

"The next time..." he started to say until he saw the smirk on her face and the glint in her eyes.

"You're just screwing with me huh," he said, his lips spreading into a huge grin.

For reasons her mind couldn't grasp she blurted out, "I wouldn't mind that."

Todd's jaw dropped, his eyes opened wide as he swung his gaze up and stared into his mother's astonished eyes. She clamped her hands against her mouth as if to stop any further words from coming out. Slowly she lowered one hand and moved the other an inch from her mouth. For several seconds silence filled the air as mother and son stared into each other's eyes.

"Oh God! Todd honey, I'm so sorry, I don't know where that came from," she croaked, her bottom lip trembling.

"Forget it Mom, I say crazy stuff all the time," he replied, wondering at the same time whether the idea of having sex with his own mother was actually crazy, or something he'd be willing to try. With that thought the unsettling feeling he'd been feeling grew stronger and spread rapidly through him until his cock was almost fully erect.

Janet saw the strained look on her son's face and wondered what he was really thinking.

"So, uh, what would you like to do today Mom? We could go to a movie and then dinner somewhere if you'd like," Todd suggested, trying to break the awkwardness that clung like a mist around them.

Janet smiled warmly and replied, "Whatever you want to do honey."

Todd thought for a minute then said, "I'll leave it up to you. Maybe tomorrow we can take in the town or something if you'd like to."

"Oh hon, I'm sorry but I can't. I didn't know you would be here so I invited the girls from the office to come over tomorrow," she replied.

Janet Brooks had gotten her law degree about the time her son was ten. After working for a few different lawyers, all of which tried to bed her even though they knew she was happily married at the time, she decided to open her own practice. She specialized in real estate law and after only five years had built up a steady stream of clients. There were four employees that worked for her on a full-time basis. All four were women around the same age as her and were extremely loyal, so every once in a while she'd invite them over for a day of relaxation by the pool. Of course it always turned into a sort of hen fest with booze and gossip aplenty.

Smiling Todd said, "That's okay Mom," then, as if an afterthought he said, "If you're having people over then I think I should do something about that lawn."

Janet swung her head around and peered out the sliding glass door.

"Yeah, I haven't been able to get out there while the guys were putting in the fence," she absently said.

"Guys?" Todd asked teasingly.

Turning back she fixed her son with a glare and exclaimed, "Yes, there were guys! But I only hooked up with..." When Todd cut her off by laughing uncontrollably she realized he was just funning with her.

"Oh you," she squealed then fell into a fit of laughter herself.

After they got themselves under control, Todd wiped a tear that had rolled down his cheek from laughing so hard, and stood up and walked around the table to stand next to his mother.

"I'm assuming the yard tools are where they always are," he said while leaning over and gently wiping away a tear on Janet's cheek.

She caught his hand in hers before he had a chance to pull it away then brought it up to her lips and kissed the palm. Some unknown force, like an electrical charge, coursed through her as she gazed into his eyes and told him that everything was were it used to be. When he bent over and softly kissed her forehead the unknown force seemed to center itself in her pussy, she could literally feel the crotch of her shorts becoming soaked. It was only after her son had stepped outside did she allow her body to shudder.

For several minutes she sat there staring unblinking into space, her mind in turmoil. "Am I such a horny broad the touch of my own son can actually get me so aroused I cum in my pants?" she asked herself. It wasn't until she brought her hand up and slapped her forehead that she remembered she still had her hair in rollers. "Jeez, I must look a mess," she muttered then rose and headed back upstairs to fix her hair and change into dry pants.

Todd started the mower and began working it through the yard, the sun beating down getting warmer by the minute.

Janet came down, her hair brushed and wavy, and went into the kitchen to take inventory of how much booze was there. She knew from past experience the girls from work could get quite carried away, some even drinking so much they passed out. But it was all in good fun, a way to blow off steam, so Janet didn't mind if she woke up the next day to find someone crashed on her couch. As she passed the window above the sink she glanced out into the back yard, her breath catching in her throat. Her son was standing near the idling mower slowly tugging the sweat soaked t-shirt over his head. She couldn't help but admire his wide shoulders and broad chest covered with thick black hairs that tapered off and ran down his muscular abdomen in a narrow line and disappeared into the top of his jeans. As he began to push the mower again she likened his movements to those of a panther, subtle, but powerful, ready to pounce in a split seconds notice.

"Fuck me!" Janet groaned as she raced back up the stairs to her bedroom to change into another pair of dry panties and her last pair of clean short shorts. On her way back down she silently cursed the fence guy and her son. In her mind she was positive she wouldn't be having these unsettling feelings about her son if she'd been allowed to climax in the first place. Unfortunately, the fence guy's dick had been small and he'd stuck his thumb in her butt, something she truly hated, plus her son had shown up at the most inopportune time. She was sure that fate had conspired against her, leaving her vulnerable to any stimulation that came along.

Once back in the kitchen she noticed the mower was no longer going anymore. Glancing out the window she saw Todd closing the door to the utility shed. When he turned and headed toward the glass door she turned her back and pretended to be busy looking for something in the fridge. She didn't know if she could trust herself to look at her son's sweaty body.

Todd entered, his sweat-soaked shirt in one hand, and saw his mother bent over at the fridge obviously hunting for something. His eyes automatically settled on her ass, the soft round globes half in and half out of her shorts. At first he didn't notice she'd changed her shorts, but when he did he didn't draw any conclusions. Hell, women changed five times more in a day than a guy did anyway, if any of his previous girlfriends were any indication. Clearing his throat he told her back that he was going to shower. Her only response was a quick grunt of acknowledgement, but before he made it to the stairs he heard her calling him. Shrugging he went back into the kitchen and found her on the opposite side of the island, her hands flat on the granite surface. For the briefest of moments his mind envisioned how she had looked bent over it.

"Look honey, I really am sorry about tomorrow. But if you like I promise we'll spend all of next weekend together. Do you have anything in particular that you'd like to do first?" Janet asked, her fingers pressing firmly into the hard surface as her eyes once again took in the sight of her son's broad hairy chest.

Cocking his head to the side he responded, "Actually, what I've been looking forward to, dreaming about really, is I'd like to just hop in the car and head up into the mountains. I want to see nothing but lush green scenery, no desert sand anywhere. I want to just spread out a blanket and lie there and hear nothing but the soft whistling of the wind as it blows through the trees."

Raising an eyebrow, her lips spreading into a smile Janet said, "I know just where to go. A client of mine has a place about sixty miles from here that's perfect for just getting away from it all."

"Think your client would mind if we trespassed on his property?" Todd asked, the thought of being surrounded by peace and quiet appealing.

"Not at all. He's looking to sell it so the more people that see it, the better."

"Great, looking forward to it Mom. Right now though I think I need a shower."

"Okay. When you're done come back down, I have a surprise for you."

"Should I be worried?" he chuckled then turned to leave.

Janet let out a gasp as her son turned his back to her. On his left shoulder blade was a cluster of several ugly scars, the longest about three inches long. Dashing forward she grabbed his upper arm and held him in place while the fingertips of her other hand lightly touched the scars. When she asked how he had gotten them he told her that he forgot to duck fast enough and basically left it at that. As he walked away the mother in her cried out in anguish at the thought of what her son had gone through.

While Todd showered Janet rushed back to her room and changed into a loose fitting sundress. It was white with small black polka dots almost making her look like a Dalmatian. The upper half had a low neckline and straps to hold it up while the skirt part flowed freely with the hem only reaching the middle of her thighs. To complete her outfit she put on a pair of sandals and a pair of sheer white panties, since they were the only dry pair she had left. On her way out of her room she grabbed a pale pink silk scarf that she used to tie around her hair.

Todd's belief that a woman changed more than men was confirmed when he returned and found his mother in a different outfit. She was leaning against the kitchen island and for some reason he couldn't help but give a wolf-whistle. The smile that broadened her lips caused his pulse to quicken.

"You like?" she asked, slowly turning all the way around before stopping and gazing toward him.

"Oh yeah," he replied, unable to prevent his eyes from betraying his lustful urges.

Janet felt a tingle course through her as she watched her son leer at her.

"So is this the surprise? My Mother showing me how beautiful she is? Todd asked, openly staring at her body.

"Aww, that's so sweet of you baby, but no, that's not it, "she replied as she walked over and took his hand. "Come with me."

He allowed her to lead him into the laundry room, but when they reached the door leading into the garage she had him stop.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes," she said.

Giving her a perplexed look he did as she request.

"I'm going to take your hand and guide you, but I don't want you to look until I say so. Make sure you don't," she said authoritively.

"Yes Ma'am," he chuckled as she led him out into the garage.

They only went a short distance before she had him stop.

"Okay honey, you can open them," Janet said.

Warily opening his eyes he couldn't believe what he was looking at. Parked in the middle of the spacious garage was a convertible 1959 Chevy. The black paint was flawless as was the red accent that went down the side where the shiny Impala emblem sat. All the chrome on the car was gleaming, looking brand new, just like the old style Craiger mags that where on it. The top was down showing off the beautifully done cloth red interior.

Turning to look at his mother he said in an almost breathless whisper, "This isn't what I think it is, is it?"

With a gleam in her eye she replied, "Yes sweetheart, it's your old car. Your Father and I have spent the last two years having it completely restored."

"Oh my God, I can't believe this," he cried happily as he walked the length of the huge car, his hand sliding over the cool metal as he walk.

Fond memories of when he'd first bought the car came flooding back to him. He'd been sixteen at the time and had spotted it in the back yard of one of his friends. It belong to his friend's dad and when he asked if it was for sale, the man gave him a puzzled look and asked why he'd want to buy an old rust bucket. There was something about the car that just called out to him, much like that character in the movie, Christine. When the man saw how lovingly Todd touched the car he agreed to sell it to him. It had taken everything Todd could earn but he had managed to keep the car running clear up until the day he had left for the Marines. The last time he'd seen it, it was sitting in front of the house under a tarp. Now here it was in all its refurbished glory, looking just like it would have when it was brand new. Todd turned to his mother but was completely speechless.

Janet walked up to him, cupped his face in her hands, and said, "Welcome home sweetheart."

Unable to control the joy racing through him he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the floor. Janet's arms went around his neck and she pulled herself tighter against her son reveling in the joy on his face. What neither really noticed at first was how he had lifted her up. Todd's hands were planted squarely on his mother's ass cheeks. When Janet suddenly realized where her son's hands were, she experienced something she would've never dreamed possible; an overpowering urge to rip his clothes off and fuck him right then and there. What she didn't know was Todd was feeling much the same desire. Reluctantly he slowly lowered her and placed his hands on her lower back. They continued to hug for several long moments before Todd finally spoke.

"I don't know what to say, Mom. It's beautiful."

Janet released her hold on him and gazed into his misty eyes and said, "You deserve it honey."

"It must have cost a fortune, I don't know how I'll be able to ever repay you guys," he said, once more turning and staring in awe at the car.

Reaching out she placed her hand on his shoulder while saying, "Don't worry about that, just be happy. But there is something you can do if you want."

Turning and wrapping his arms around her shoulders he pulled her against him and whispered, "Anything Mom, you name it and I'll do it."

Somewhere in the darkest reaches of her mind she heard, "Anything? How about you lay me on the hood of this car and fuck me silly!"

Shaking off the lurid thought she told him, "You could offer a lady a ride in your shiny new car."

Laughing he said, "Let's go!"

"You're on. Give me a few minutes to get some things first though," she replied and ran back into the house.

When she returned she was carrying a blanket and two bottles of Pepsi. He watched as she opened the passenger door, then kneeling on the seat she leaned over the back and placed the blanket and sodas on the rear seat making sure to wrap the bottles. The whole time she was doing this she was unaware that her dress had ridden up exposing a good portion of her ass to her gawking son. When she finally turned around the first thing that caught her eye was the way her son was staring at her. The second thing that caught her eye was the rather large bulge in his pants. Moisture seeped out of her causing the crotch of her panties to become quite wet. Once she was settled in her seat Todd closed the door for her then climbed behind the wheel. Janet pointed to his visor where he found the garage door remote.

As they waited for the door to open Todd leaned over and said, "You know Mom, those panties don't leave anything to the imagination."

Janet acted like she was mortified before jokingly saying, "Well, it certainly seems like you're getting more than your fair share of freebies. I guess I'll have to be more careful how I dress around you."

"Please don't do that, because frankly, I'm enjoying the hell out of it," Todd chuckled as he steered the car out of the garage, barely missing his mother's Honda.

With a chuckle of her own Janet remarked, "It's quite obvious you are."

A quick glance at his mom told him she was staring at the bulge still in his pants when she said that. For some reason the bulge grew even bigger.

Once they hit the highway, with Janet directing which way to go, they both sat back and enjoyed the wind whipping through the car. Talk was impossible so each was left with just their thoughts to keep them company. The big heavy car drove like a dream as it ate up the miles. As they cruised along Janet had to constantly adjust the scarf on her head. Suddenly the wind whipped it off and flung it skyward, only to have a downdraft sling it straight down into the back seat. Unbuckling her seatbelt she scrambled to her knees and leaned over the back trying to reach it before it flew away.

Todd glanced over just in time to see his mother's dress fly up past her ass, leaving her near naked cheeks exposed to god and country. Reaching over with his free hand he grabbed the hem of her dress and tried to hold it down enough to cover her. In doing so his fingertips settled squarely into her soft yielding slit. Oncoming traffic must have thought that he was trying to finger her or something; horns honked and catcalls filled the air.

Janet finally settled back down in her seat and quickly tied the scarf in place. Once that was done she leaned over and whispered into his ear, "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

All Todd could do was cast her a shit-eating grin.

A few miles more and she had him turn off onto a well-used dirt road. They followed that for about a quarter of a mile through a grove of pine trees until it opened up into a clearing. Off to their left was a serene meadow and to the right stood what appeared to be the framework for a house. It looked like someone had started building it but only got as far as erecting walls, flooring and the roof. Janet explained that the owner ran into health problems and now wanted to sell. At a very decent price she added. For several minutes after Todd shut off the car they sat and let the peaceful stillness envelope them. Each was lost in their own world. For Todd it was a world of peace and calm, far from the noises of a battlefield. But for Janet it was a world of rising shame as memories of how good her son's fingertips had felt digging into her pussy. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she wondered, as tiny little tingles tickled her most intimate part.