Marine Corp Here, She Did It For Me, During Those Days In The Dark

This is a little mundane, but it's true. I went to college after my four years in the Marine Corp. I was disillusioned generally, and was taking general study courses, a fast way to nowhere. I tended to get up around four and after a shower and a workout head over to the Waffle House for coffee and breakfast. A waitress worked there at that hour. She walked with a limp.

After a while you become a regular, along with the other regulars, pull up to the counter and she serves you your coffee, and your order is put in. Not a word crosses anyone's mouth. She serves you your breakfast, warms up your coffee, wipes down the counter and moves on to the next regular. This was the early morning crowd. One morning I was late, and the crowd had changed and the waitress was off. I didn't like the joint, I wasn't part of it. I walked out without ordering breakfast. That's the kind of life I had.

I ran into the waitress at Walgreens. She had a kid with her, about three or four years old. She smiled and I smiled and did what you should never do, I picked up her kid and asked him what his name was. I toyed with him, put him down and rubbed his head. He had a big smile on his face. The old adage is true, be nice to the kid, fuck the mom.

I didn't just fuck her, I fucked her. Poor thing. When I was done, I sent her to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean us up. I was lying on the bed naked waiting for her to wash down my cock and the kid came in. He stood there staring at my cock. She walked back into the bedroom, I raised my hand for her to shut up, then motioned to her to come over and wash my cock and wash out her vagina. The kid watched. It was the first time he had seen a grown man naked, much less a cock. He had only seen her naked and he slept with her, not on the couch where we had placed him.

The evil in me came out, I grabbed her and put her down and fucked her again, this time with the kid in the room. In my fucked up mind, he needed to learn that his mom got fucked and I was the one to fuck her. Establish the chain of command. When he saw me he needed to remember who was the man in charge. He saw me fuck his mom many times after that, he was welcome back in bed after she had washed my dick and sucked on it on her knees beside me. Then he could jump in the bed and be squeezed in between us.

Of course she cooked, she also cleaned and kept the place up. it was a second rate trailer in a low end trailer park. It was a step up to serve the regulars at the Waffle House. At least they had jobs. I fucked her for three years, from the time she was 20 until she was 23. Like her job at the Waffle House she learned what to do without needing to be ordered. She was a good troop, a good fuck and a good cock sucker. I overlooked her limp, from an accident when she was a kid. Her kid another accident with a passer by. She was fifteen.

I left town with my degree, I fucked her three times that night. I brought a g*ft for the kid, I stood naked beside the sofa to give it to him, before I went in the room to fuck his mom. It was ok, he had seen my cock a million times by then, he new the drill, don't come in until he saw his mom on her knees sucking my cock. Face it, at that time I was broke, I lived off the GI Bill and odds jobs I did now and then.

I had no reason to go back there after I graduated. But one day I had to go, so I drove the nine hours to get there. Checked into the Star Motel on the highway and got up early and went down the Waffle House. Incredibly some of the old regulars were there, they nodded. A new waitress came up, I had to give her my order. She fucked up the sequence, didn't warm up my coffee like she should have, I wanted my eggs over easy, she brought them sunny side up. She had balloons for tits, I could see them when she bent over. She spoke like trailer trash, and smoked, I could smell it on her. She wasn't 'my' waitress, so I left.

I never did run into that girl, where she went, how she is doing. Her kid must be thirty now, I hope he is looking after his mom. It wasn't her fault, at least for those years I was in college she had a steady who liked her enough to fuck her and let her clean him up. I hope her kid learned a few things, but I will never know. I'm off work now, that old 'war wound' is acting up, from when I fell off the back of the truck during loading. I have never found another breakfast club, not like that one. And never found another woman who I genuinely wanted to fuck.