Ellen's mother.

While your attention is focused on the nubile, sexy coeds walking past you towards their respective tables and booths, Amy gasps, and looks quickly towards her roommate.

"Your mom? What's she doing here?"

Your body tenses, and then you see the forty something blonde, dressed a navy colored suit jacket and skirt. Her hair is stylishly short, and you're reminded of just how much Ellen looks like her mother. Even the smile is the same.

"Hello, sweetie. I suppose you're surprised to see me?" Ellen's mother said as she looks from her daughter, to you, to Amy, and then back to Ellen. A strand of pearls is clasped around her neck, and pearl earrings dangle from her earlobes. When you offer to move across the booth so that Ellen's mother might sit beside her, she graciously accepts, and you notice that she has a very nice set of legs, covered in sheer nylon, with two inch spike heels that match her skirt and jacket.

"I had a presentation over in Sherman, at PRJ this afternoon, and I thought that as long as I was less than a half hour away, I'd stop in for a visit. It was just by chance I saw you walking into the restaurant as I was driving up the street. I hope I haven't interrupted anything?"

You could tell from the expression on Ellen's face and her body language that she was extremely uncomfortable with her mother's surprise visit. By the way that Ellen's mother kept giving you and Amy occasional sideways glances, you wondered if she remembered you from your visits to her house when you were in high school with Ellen. Then again, maybe she was just checking out who her daughter was hanging out with in college.

"Well sort of.." Ellen answered in reply to her mother's query.

"Well maybe I'll just have dinner with you all then. I'll pay of course." Ellen looks at you with pleading eyes, and Amy, smiling mischievously answers that would be fine with her, if it was ok with Ellen. Ellen said it was fine, and then introduces you and Amy, carefully neglecting to mention that you?re staying with her for the weekend. When she introduces Amy, and reminds her mother that the redhead was her roommate, Ellen's mother's eyes flashed with recognition.

"That's right!" She says smiling at the realization. "Even though this is the second time we've met Amy, I just want to thank you for all you've done for my daughter, getting acquainted with college life at Widley, and being such a good friend to her. My name is Eileen Clarke, and please, call me Eileen."

Amy tells Mrs Clarke that she's happy to have helped Ellen in her first year at Widley, and was even more happy that Ellen had turned out to be such a good friend and roommate. It was while Ellen's mom and Amy were talking that you suddenly felt something brush over your leg. Once, and a few seconds later a second time. At first you thought it was accidental, but then, you feel a foot encased in silky smooth nylon slide under the cuff of your pants and over your shin. The foot moves lazily over your shin, and you glance at Ellen, and then her mother. Both of them you realize are wearing nylons.

At first, you don't think its Ellen whose playing footsie, as she's sitting across from Amy, and the reach might be awkward, but it could be done if she was determined. She looks uncomfortable with her mother sitting across from two people she had only a half an hour ago been engaged in a ménage a trios with. Mrs Clarke asks Amy about her old haunts at the college, and if any of her old professors are still teaching at the college, while you and Ellen exchange glances. The foot rises slowly up your shin, to your knee, and you know that your cock is coming to life.

Mrs Clarke shifts her gaze from Amy to you, and smiles, the same devastating smile as her daughter. Her blue eyes lock with yours, as she asks you about college, your major, and finally how long you've known Ellen, idly fingering the strand of pearls at her throat.

You wonder if you should tell her that you're visiting Ellen from the University a few hours away, and have known her since high school, or act as though you're going to Widley like Ellen. The foot moves from under the cuff of your jeans, and up the inside of your leg to your inner thigh. Your cock twitches, and you're unsure as to whether mother or daughter is teasing you under the table.