Ethel Bethel was given a name that cried out to be ridiculed. On top of that, her looks weren't what anyone would immediately call pretty or attractive or even cute. At just five one and shaped like a bowling pin, Ethel had brown, mousey hair, buck teeth, sagging breasts, and not even the beginning of a bump that foretold she actually possessed an ass. Ethel eked out an existence mired in mediocrity. She just knew she would never know the loving touch of a husband or even a boyfriend, not even an occasional fuck, and at twenty-five years old this still held true. Determined to make this happen, though, she set out one night to afford herself the only comfort she felt she actually deserved.
It was St. Patrick's Day, 2000. Ethel made her way to Seamus O'Malley's Irish Pub at ten p.m. She took a table in a dark corner and ordered fish and chips with water. As the night progressed, Ethel ordered a Long Island Iced Tea and nursed it for the better part of an hour before ordering another. She watched the patrons as they entered and exited. She saw who got wasted and who drank socially, who danced, who fought, who entered with whom and with whom they left ... By last call the bar was filled with drunks from every walk of life. This was her time to act.
Hoping that the lyrics "The girls all get prettier at closing time" rang true, Ethel approached two servicemen who could barely fend for themselves. She told them that she was offering free rides home to the overly drunk, and they readily agreed to commandeer her services. They had told her to take them back to the base, but Ethel had other ideas for the two. She drove them to her place and helped them into her bedroom. She stripped them of their clothing and blew both until they were hard, then she let them take turns popping her cherry. There was nothing romantic about it; it was sex for the sake of having sex. Both collapsed in a drunken stupor when it was over. Ethel crawled between them and slept like a baby.
She awoke the next day to find them gone. On her dresser lay $74.26 and a note:
This is all we have. Please don't tell anyone about last night
. Ethel laughed. She felt her belly. She already knew she had gotten from them the only thing she really wanted. She was convinced she was pregnant. She'd know for sure in a few weeks.
She continued in her daily activities, one of which was going to work at the Waffle House. She was a hard-working employee. She had always been. Yet, it was nothing for her taller, prettier co-workers to bring in two, three, four times the tips that she did. This bothered her to some degree, but she knew the superficial world in which she lived, so she just had to accept that nothing could be done. What she didn't know was that sometimes her sister waitresses would put an extra dollar here and there for her. It was their way of balancing the scales.
Ethel waited two full weeks before going to an OB/GYN. She had a pregnancy test run, and praise God Halleluiah she was with child. It was then that the consequences of her actions came back to haunt her. Yes, she could very well raise the child without a father around, but she would still need monetary support for the baby's ever-increasing needs. She sought advice from one of the few women she really trusted at work, Wilma Franklin. She explained her situation, then awaited an answer.
Wilma said, "I know you want to respect these guys' wishes, Ethel, but you can't do so at the risk of you or your child doing without. I say tell them and see what comes of it."
Ethel followed Wilma's advice. She was able to speak with the base commander. She told him that she remembered the last names only of the two men, but she could point them out in a line-up, and that is exactly what she had to do. The base doctor arranged for an amniocentesis to determine who the father was, but by week four it had been determined that Ethel was pregnant with not one but three children. The tests were run, and Airman Steve Dirjevic was father to the twins while John Mallory was father to the third.
They attempted to talk her into aborting all three, but Ethel wouldn't hear of it. Neither wanted the responsibility of caring for a child, much less two or all three, so they willfully gave up all rights to them, which suited Ethel just fine. She had what she wanted, a pregnancy that would allow for her to attain the love that was missing from her life. Plus, now that the fathers had been named, she also had the monetary assistance that she would need to ensure that her children's lives would be better than her own, not to mention all the free medical assistance they could ever need, provided she see the base medical staff.
That was then. A whole lot of what was supposed to happen never did, and a whole of what should not have happened she brought upon herself. For instance, here it was, January of 2019. Her sons would be nineteen this year, and what had they done for themselves? Ethel had spoiled them rotten. Rotten!!! They made minimal upkeep to themselves, their rooms, or the house in general. They never cooked or cleaned. Hell, they never went outside unless it was to Family Buffet Night at the restaurant of their choice. The fact that they resembled their mother didn't help things, either. Speaking of their mother ...
Ethel had quit Waffle House just two weeks before she gave birth. The ladies there gave her a wonderful shower complete with five thousand dollars to use as she saw fit. She coasted on that money even when the child support began rolling in. John had lost his life overseas while Steve came home with PTSD and eventually committed suicide, so in that regard the kids were still being taken care of. Ethel, though ...
She had become a sedentary alcoholic who drank on a daily basis for the sole purpose of getting drunk. She had a few acquaintances, but never any friends like she had while working. Of her friends, her two closest were sisters whom she lived next door to, Eva and Iva Gartner. The dynamic to this little set of twins was that both had given up on men and had actually entered into a lesbian relationship with each other. Ethel's part in this was that she was sometimes allowed to be the third, which she readily accepted seeing as to how it was the only sex she had had over the last ten years, and the first sex she had had since getting pregnant that one fateful night.
"Swear to God this place looks shittier than my own," Ethel said as she drunkenly kicked pizza boxes and fast food bags out of her way as she moved toward the couch. "When the fuck you two gonna clean this shithole?"
"Next month," Eva said with a cackle.
"Might even clean the yards if we get half a notion," Iva added.
Ethel lifted her dress; she had removed her panties before leaving her house. Eva moved up and began sucking her clit. Iva moved toward the front of the couch and placed her pussy on Ethel's face.
At least she remembered to shave
, Ethel thought as she slid her tongue into her friend's slit. They stayed like that until they each came, then they changed positions, then again, until all were completely satisfied. After some more small talk, Ethel returned home.
She grabbed the fifth of Jim Beam she had been nursing prior to going to the Gartner's and pulled deeply on it as she wandered into her sons' room where they were all engaged in a game of
Call of Duty
. "Just look atcha, ya buncha bastards. Playing your God-damned games all day, room looks like shit, house looks like shit. Prolly still a buncha virgins, ain't had pussy since pussy had you."
"Yeah?" Fred asked. What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Last time you had a dick in you was when we came out," Jed said, and he and his brothers laughed and hi-fived each other.
"Last time before that was when she got knocked up," Zed added, and another round of laughter and hi-fives ensued.
"Sorry bastards," Ethel said again. "Don't appreciate a God-damned thing I've done for you," then she left the room. She returned to the living room and continued to drink. "Sorry bastards wouldn't know a piece of pussy from a hole in the ground." Then she took a couple of swallows. "Probably fucking each other." She laughed, then took a few more. "All those damned crusty-ass socks and sheets I have to wash." Then she downed the bottle. She staggered, balanced herself against a wall, then shambled to their room once again. "Know howta make 'em men." She entered.
"Waddaya want now?" Fred near-whined.
Ethel pulled her dress off. "You boys wanna become men tonight?"
They looked at each other, then at her. She fell onto Fred's bed and cocked her legs wide. "C'mon, buncha pussies. One in my cunt, one in my mouth."
They still looked from one to the other, as if each were daring the next to be first. Finally, Zed said, "Fuck this shit." He stood and dropped his shorts and underwear, then crawled onto the bed and stuck his cock in his mother's mouth. As she began to suck him off, he said, "Oh, shit, guys. This feels so good."
