It was literally a dark and stormy night.
It was getting late and most of the folks from the office had finished their drinks and gone home. Janet Kearney and Lisa from Mergers were the final holdouts of the celebration of landing the Kanwal account.
Janet had been drinking vodka tonics and she was feeling a bit over-served. Lisa's attention was on the two college students at the next table and she kept trying to include Janet in the conversation. The two women went to the ladies' room to freshen up and Lisa looked at Janet in the mirror.
"The guys have invited us to go back to their place. Which one do you want?"
"Oh, I couldn't. If anything, I should be getting home."
"Are you sure? They look pretty good." Lisa moved closer. "And if they don't measure up, I'll make sure you have a good time. We can let them watch."
Janet blushed." Oh, ah, um, Thanks? But that's not me."
"Honey, you're who you choose to be. Listen to me, you're single, hot and all grown up. Don't listen to what people say, you can do what you want with whoever you want." Lisa leaned in and gave Janet a soft kiss. "Whoever you want."
Janet's blush deepened "I'll definitely think about that"
"You should. Well, I should get back before the boys lose interest."
"Which one are you choosing?"
"Both of them, of course. See you at work."
After Lisa left, Janet stared at herself in the mirror. Twenty years ago, she would have gone for it. She'd been a bit wild at university, and her younger self would have embraced the idea of a foursome or a little girl-girl action. Michael had teased her that he had decided to marry her when she went down on him two hours into their first date. But Chrissie came along, then Stewart and they all settled into their comfortable suburban lives. Those were good years and she felt blessed with everything she'd ever wanted, until Michael got sick and within six months it all changed.
Michael had become an insurance broker and had done well, so between their savings and his life insurance policy they were financially secure, that didn't fill the hole he left.
Outwardly, Chrissie took it the hardest. She began acting out, hanging with a bad crowd and skipping classes until Janet withdrew her half way through the seventh grade and home-schooled her for the rest of the year. Stewart was different, he turned inward, escaping into his room with his books and headphones. Eventually the kids adjusted, Stewart took up running and working out in the gym in the rec room, while Chrissie developed into a talented artist,
Chrissie took after her mother, "All tits and ass and legs and hair" was how Michael had phrased it, while Stewart had his father's height, dark hair and eyes. Chrissie was the more social of the two, she had grown from the self-destructive reaction to Michael's passing, but Janet could see some of the wildness of her own youth reflected in her daughter. She wasn't going overboard, but she still liked going to parties and she didn't really hide the fact that she was sexually active with her boyfriends.
The house was quieter since Chrissie had gone off to university, and Janet was concerned about what it would be like when Stewart joined her in the fall.
The house was still when Janet returned home and at first Janet had thought that her son had gone to bed until she saw the glow from a lighter out on the back porch. Ordinarily she would have rushed out and busted him, the official line in the household was that Janet disapproved of the kids smoking pot, but tonight she was unsettled from her conversation with Lisa and, she'd admit, more than a little tipsy. She hadn't gotten high since university, but as she went to her bedroom to change, it sounded good right now.
She had a quick shower, put on a tank top and a pair of loose flannel shorts and went down to join her son on the porch.
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The night was hot and humid, and Stewart Kearney figured he still had time before his mom returned. He opened another beer, he'd settled in on the old couch on the porch to watch the rain and unwind.
It had been a busy summer since graduation, working to make spending money for the university he'd be starting in the fall, but he had the whole weekend, two glorious days with nothing planned. Stewart drank his beer, and took a couple of pulls from the bong, closing his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch. Life was good.
"Are you smoking pot, young man? Since when do you do drugs in the house?"
Stewart jerked upright. "Jeez Mom, you scared the shit out of me!"
She laughed as she dropped down beside him, "Serves you right!"
"And you're drinking, too! Boy, I leave you alone for a few hours and everything goes to hell."
Stewart hadn't seen her this relaxed in a long time and he decided to go with it. "I was just going to get another, want one?"
"Actually, I want another vodka tonic. Could you make me one?"
In the kitchen, he pulled out a couple more beers and made her a large drink, heavy on the booze. Stewart didn't know what was up with his Mom, but he wasn't going to object, it was good to see her in a happy mood. She worked too hard and he knew she missed Chrissie.
When he returned to the patio, Janet had dozed off and Stewart took the opportunity to take a good look at her. Long brown curly hair, hourglass figure with long legs, maybe a little top-heavy, her nipples long and thick, like raspberries, poking against the cloth. She'd obviously had a shower because she was wearing her sleep clothes. His Mom would usually put on a sweatshirt when she came downstairs in the morning, so seeing the top molded to her breasts was a rare treat and those shorts were his favorite piece of clothing in the entire universe, because every once in a while, she'd sit on one of the kitchen stools just right and you could see up the leg to her trimmed brown haired pussy with her bright pink lips. Those were moments Stewart lived for.
"Mom? You awake?"
