The following day I went to work at Emilio's. I left Richard home and Elena was still asleep in the middle room. Somewhere during the wee hours Nancy had left for home. I remember her saying good bye, but that's all.
In Emilio's I was late so I had to hurry. I put on my uniform and in the tiny crowded dressing room, I ran into the other waitress. She was Ellie Furguson, once a would-be actress whom the theatre had given up. Now she was an older woman, over forty, but she always had a kind word and a sweet smile for me.
Ellie worked part-time to keep her son in school. The rest of the time, she spent raising him, a bright lad whom I had seen often, and who had a beaming smile. Bobby was already in college, his age nineteen.
Ellie was among the first to notice me going off with Richard. She was on duty when I was going off with him the day before.
"Say, how you gettin' along with that guy?"
"With Richard, you mean? Me? I guess we're doing okay," I said, starting to fill the catsup bottles.
This was before any customers came. Nobody was around yet on the terrace cafe part of the restaurant.
"Listen," Ellie said, putting her hand on my arm, "I want to ask you something about him. Come and sit with me." She patted the seat.
"What," I said, pouring me some coffee. She didn't want any.
She leaned forward. "Is it true that he has a big one?" Her eyes were suddenly wild. She was catching her breath.
I laughed. "You interested in that?" I was still amused. She was too old, I thought. "You mean, does he have a big prick."
"Yes, of course," she kind of smiled. She formed her lips as if to suck a prick, holding them open, then wiggling her thumb around.
"He sure had," I told her. "Richard has a beautiful cock. I should know," I bragged. "I had more than enough of it."
"Tell me, is it very large, or is it more like normal?" she asked me. Her voice had a serious tone now.
"Well," I said, "I don't know just what you mean by normal." I hesitated. "Oh sure, it was larger than normal."
"This is the size of my son's prick," she said. She admitted this, saying it all so casually. And this information surprised and shocked me.
What an amazing woman she was. She sure had guessed what Richard's size was.
I hesitated saying anything more about her son, Bobby.
"Yes, it's a large one," I went on, "like you've drawn, and it fits into my mouth and…" I leaned forward and said gently, "and… into my asshole." This was to make her jealous.
I opened my mouth wide to show her more or less the accurate circumference of his penis.
Her eyes narrowed. "Oh yes, I see."
She sat back and exclaimed in surprise, "In your asshole? It's not all that large?" she laughed. "I mean, your bottom?"
"Yep, in my ass," I joked. "It opens up," I told her.
Then I lowered my voice and told her tiny details about how Richard slid his prick into my behind. The different positions I had assumed. Maybe this wasn't fair, but I didn't care. Telling her this gave me a brand new thrill. Never before have I talked about my asshole with strangers. Then, suddenly I wanted to caress it, to touch it. But while this talk was going on, all I could think about was her son.
Imagine a mother discussing her son with a stranger! With a prick that size. And how on earth did she know this?
"Did you enjoy it?" Ellie grinned, lowering her head, her lips widening into a bright smile. She was squirming her bottom all over the place, and I saw her pull her skirt way up above her knees. She wore sleek silk stockings and a garter belt. This was unusual for a waitress and it made me wonder.
Then I saw her looking over her shoulder. Nobody was around. She slowly let her fingers glide between her legs and I could tell what she was doing, but I didn't dare say a word.
"You mean, he had you bent over and he pushed his thing up your… into your asshole?"
"Yes." I paused. "It didn't go in at first, but after he licked my ass a little, then it slipped right in…"
"You mean, he licked your asshole first?"
"Yes. He sucked it and licked it."
"Oh my goodness. You know," she said, "I thought they did that only in dirty books like Bobby brought home and thinks he hides from me, or in one of those porn movies he puts into our VCR and takes out when I'm home. Many's the time I've looked at them when he's gone off to school."
"Oh no," I said. "Richard really did it in my ass, and it felt just marvelous. In fact, it was my first time."
I moved in closer. There was something cozy about her now.
"Have you ever had it there?" I had to lower my eyes. Her face was quite close to mine.
"Oh yes," she said.
I felt her hand touching my knee, then rubbing upwards toward my pussy. Her other hand was on my wrist.
I tried not to look surprised.
"Yes." She mumbled again. "Yes, I have had it there."
"You want to tell me about it?"
"Yes," she said. "Once he licked my asshole. I could feel his tongue down there. Inside. He did this while he was licking my pussy."
And now her eyes were closed. Whoever it was, she was very fond of him. I wanted to ask who had fucked her ass, but I didn't dare.
She narrowed her eyes. "You say that Richard had his tongue inside your asshole?"
"Yes, his tongue," I answered. "It sank right into me. He had me on my belly and my legs were spread wide open, and he was dipping his tongue into my asshole. I looked around. I could see his tongue."
"All the way… in?" "Yes, all the way!"
I saw a deep blush come over her face.
"Oh my," she said, and sat back. I had a chance to look up her skirt, and I saw that she had no panties on. Her legs were slim.
I would never have looked at Ellie Ferguson before. I mean, with sex on my mind. There was something so plain, yes, very plain about her face. And her figure wasn't bad at all. She just wasn't voluptuous. Her breasts were fascinating, and I could imagine her pussy and her white thighs.
"Did Richard teach you anything else about sex, about women, I mean, women who make love to other women?"
Her hand was sliding up my arm and I felt the heat from her fingers. She was smiling and, indeed, she had a pleasant smile. I noticed that special kind of hopefulness in her voice.
Her eyes began wandering over my breasts. I had on my uniform blouse which wasn't yet fully buttoned. Three buttons remained undone, and while she wasn't looking, I opened it further.
"About some girls, maybe?" I said. "About some women. He even introduced me to one or two."
Now she was staring at my breasts. "He did! You mean, girls who love girls?"
"Yes, he did. There was one. And then another girl. As a matter of fact, she's at home with him right this very minute. Her name's Elena."
Ellie sat up. She shook herself. She was smiling. She came in closer.
"Listen to me, Cherie," she said. "Do you know of any way I could find a girl who likes other girls?" I saw her glance down at her own breasts then across to mine. She smiled at me.
"Of course," I laughed.
"Who?"
Before I could answer, she continued, "I don't know how to say this, but it's… for… it's for my son. For Bobby."
"For Bobby?"
"Yes, for him."
"But aren't you, well, taking care of Bobby? I mean…?"
"Yes, sort of. Yes. I take care of him now and then." She paused. "Yes, I know, if you're thinking it's incestful, I realize it is, but these days mothers must take care of their sons; they must be all at it. When Bobby wants me naked, I get naked. I play with his prick, jerk it off. You know what I mean, don't you, Cherie?"
There was less anguish in her voice than I expected. In fact, she was able to speak freely.
"Yes." I said yes, and I meant yes.
This left me with nothing to say. So we just sat there staring into the other's eyes. Her hands were busy in her lap and I could imagine what they were doing.
"Are you shocked at what I've told you?" she wanted to know.
"Yes, a little. I'm shocked a little."
"Don't be," Ellie said. Our knees were touching, and I liked this. Then she folded her arms. Her skirt was way up.
"It's a family thing."
"Incest…?"
"Yes."
"But what does that have to do with a girl who likes sex with another girl for Bobby?"
"That's all he thinks about. I'm sure he dreams it. Once he said he wished he had a sister."
"How do you know that?"
"He tells me. This sex subject is on his mind all of the time. He had dozens of home video movies about girls making hot love to other girls. He's always naked in front of the TV. I've seen him masturbating.-That's how I know what size his prick is. I've seen it, held on to it dozens of times."
She looked away.
"Yes, I know he goes to school and he's okay with his grades and all that, but he never goes out socially.
"I run around the apartment nude and even pose indecently naked for him. This morning he masturbated and came all over my breasts with me kneeling in front of him. Sometimes he cums on my face, once or twice in my mouth.
"He's always wishing for another girl, someone to make love to me. Can you imagine that? He want to watch.
"Yes, it's got to be a young lade who will let him watch us fool around. A lady who will parade around our apartment stark naked the way I do. Do you understand me?"
By now Ellie was very aroused and me too. Her hands were on my breasts and now our legs were apart.
I changed my seat and sat beside her on the bench.
She continued, her arms around my shoulders.
"You see, I was already suspicious from his dirty books which he'd keep hiding and I'd keep finding; and then the dozens of X-rated movies for the TV. Before I'd come home, he would instantly change the situation. Then I found out and we had several long intimate talks.
"Often he would have me watch these pornographic films with him. We got more friendly. Both of us naked and me seated on the couch right next to him, watching these naked girls loving each other's pussies and kissing the other's swollen breasts, or just kissing on their mouths.
"Then one day he tried this kissing business with me and I grew to like it. I loved when he sucked my nipples. And when one girl went down on her knees to suck the other girl's pussy, Bobby would get down on his knees to suck my thighs and smash his nose and his lips into my pussy, or maybe he'd just toss my thighs back over my shoulders on the couch and lick my wet pussy and my asshole. He would really lubricate me. My pussy would become a slobbering mess, and pretty soon I loved being exposed that way, my cunt and my asshole so available for him to lick and to suck."
I was beside myself.
"I'm telling you the whole truth, Cherie."
I was still beside myself.
"Then just today, he and I were naked and he had me wear silk stockings and this garter belt I've got on now. Like this morning he informed me that he'd be in here today to look at me at work, wearing his stockings and his garter belt and those terrible high heels I have back in my locker. Have you seen them?"
"No, I haven't."
"They're terrible. So high. I can hardly walk in them," Ellie said, "but I'm getting better at it."
She slipped off her flats and began to massage her stockinged toes. My eyes were fascinated.
"So, there, I've told you everything."
She shook her head. "There's not much else," she smiled.
I had to take her hand.
"I'll see if I can't get some help from Richard," I said and then suddenly I felt like opening her blouse.
She allowed me this and offered her naked breasts to my lips. Very gently, I kissed each nipple.
She didn't move her eyes. I raised my lips and then fondled her body, my hands cupping each breast. Ellie smiled at me and lay back.
"Do you want me to pose the way I was this morning, Cherie? I had on my silk stockings and my garter belt and my wicked high heels. I'll expose myself to show you what I mean. My behind is wide open and you can see my asshole, and my pussylips are so eager to be licked…"
I shook my head.
"Cherie, are you going to be my girl, the girl I can take home to Bobby?"
"But isn't he going to visit us here soon?"
"Yes, he is."
"With his enormous prick…"
"Yes."
Her face was a wreath of smiles.
"Ellie, you know I am. Yes, I'm your girl," I said, and we started to kiss.