Mothers and Daughters Ch. 03

Realizing that her mother had not exactly disclosed the true nature of this "retreat" to her, Pamela elected to converse with the woman who was now relaxing with refreshments from the laden table. She hoped to ascertain the parameters of what was going on. Grabbing a diet Coke from a pail containing ice and cans of soft drinks, Pamela approached the woman who was drinking a beer.

She started the conversation, "Hi! I am Pamela Rose. Do you mind if I join you?"

The woman automatically nodded in acquiescence, and Pamela sat on an adjacent stool. Then as she actually noticed Pamela, the woman slapped her face, as her eyes bulged and exclaimed, "Omigosh! You are Pamela Rose! The Pamela Rose!"

Pamela giggled and replied, "Well I don't know about the "The", but I am indeed Pamela Rose, the singer, and I guess I am somewhat famous."

"Omigosh! Omigosh! I'm sorry I'm so rude. I am Sally Browning and I'm thrilled to meet you. My twelve year old daughter is a great fan of yours. Beverley, that's my daughter's name, has all your recordings, and was at your concert here in Dallas last month. I apologize for being so forward, but is there any chance you could forward an autograph picture of yourself...er with your clothes on of course, to my daughter? She would be ever so thrilled and probably grateful to me as well which I can turn to my advantage."

"Oh sure Sally no problem. But I don't seem to have the ability to take down your address at this moment."

They both broke out laughing at Pamela's sardonic reference to their nudity. Sally explained, "First of all Pamela you don't have to worry about your public reputation as a result of you being here. The TLR keeps membership information and activity strictly confidential. No member's private contact info is revealed unless a member authorizes release of same at his or her direction. And the club will only act so long as the recipient also indicates he/she wishes to receive such communication. Therefore, when I leave this orgy, I will let the club know I wish to reveal my address to you, but you will also have to let the club know that you would wish to receive such communication. Then give it a couple of days before the club will let you know."

"OK Sally will do. You talk about club and membership. I take it that this place is some kind of a sex club?"

"Yes, this is the Texas Love Ranch, or simply abbreviated. to TLR. It was started about a little over two years ago. Are you not then a member? How else could you be here?"

"I'm definitely not a member at least as far as I know. I am here as a gift from my mother to celebrate my 18th birthday."

Sally then looked like she saw a light bulb turned on in her mind and said, "Wait a minute, now I get it. Your mother's name is Hannah, isn't it?"

"Why yes, how did you know? My mother likes to stay in the background as she does not want to horn in on my fame. She sees to it that she is rarely mentioned in my publicity releases."

"Oh but a Hannah Rose is a charter member of the TLR, and she has quite a reputation as a most enthusiastic player. I can now detect a slight resemblance now that I reflect upon it."

"Yes they say I do resemble more like my father than my mother. I just have her chin and eyes whereas the rest of my features are more like my father's. So I am now to learn that my mother is famous in her own right if merely as an enthusiastic participant at a clandestine sex club. It seems like she has neglected to mention this facet of her life to me."

Sally snorted and observed, "Daughters need not know everything about their mothers. I sure as hell don't let Beverley know what her mother is up to when she goes away for the occasional weekend. Maybe when Beverley gets to be your age I might confess to my 'hobby'* (*air quote), but I doubt it. I must say I admire your mother's boldness in sending you here where you are bound to discover the existence of her secret life."

"My mother and I are very close, and she does suspect of what my sexual proclivities might be. She actually has no objection to my promiscuity so long as I can keep it hidden from the public so as not to jeopardize my career. I'm not really surprised at her sending me here as my 18th birthday present. You might say my mother and I do not have the standard run of the mill mother-daughter relationship."

"You're just not whistling Dixie there little girl. Even though I am a member of this club and delight in participating in orgies I am still too squeamish to talk about sex with Beverley. I know she is aware of the facts of life, but we have never had a mother-daughter talk about the birds and the bees."

Pamela responded, "Now that you mention it neither have, we. I think my mother and I evolved in our sexual understanding just by passage of time. First as a little girl I knew nothing about sex. Then somewhere along the way I learned about sex, and then my mother became aware of my knowledge of sex. I would date her awareness of my sexual knowledge to the moment she caught me almost naked about to have sex with a member of my band."

Sally burst out laughing and remarked, "I would agree that would certainly be a clue to your mother concerning your awareness of sex."

"Rather than going completely ballistic she reinforced the idea that if I were to have sex, I must be absolutely circumspect so as not to damage my public image. I take it this gift is my opportunity to be a bad girl as my reward for having been a good girl to date."

"Hmm it seems like your mother has gone beyond the normal call of duty of motherhood in taking care of you."

"I suppose that's so. I am ecstatic with this opportunity. I saw that you were obviously enjoying giving head and being fucked; and I certainly would like to get the same kind of action for myself. You particularly seem to have a special attachment to the gentleman you were giving a blow job to."

"Oh his name is Charles Bingley and I have had the pleasure of sucking his cock on a few occasions before. He has the tastiest cum so that I have always enjoyed swallowing him."

"Charles Bingley eh? Well hopefully I'll have the opportunity to enjoy him for myself."

Sally assured, " There are 24 to 25 men available to fuck at these orgies. This is my sixth orgy and I have lost track of most of the men I have had here. Charles, though, is one of the few that stands out because he has that special reaction when I'm giving a blow job. He actually shivers his whole body when I'm sucking on his cock. His cock throbs constantly when in my mouth and he always blasts a huge amount of sperm down my throat when he cums. He always gives me the impression that he had just received the greatest blow job ever and my self esteem rises to the point where I feel I am the sexiest woman alive. And today with another man fucking me while I was servicing Charles...Well wow it was just heavenly."

"God Sally, you make me wet just listening to you. I'm so glad I'm here. My mother sure was coy with me in explaining this present. She led me to believe I was going to a quasi religious retreat to refresh and relax my body and mind after my just completed exhausting three months concert tour."

Sally snorted, "A religious retreat indeed! How did she explain the nudity requirement that this so called retreat demanded?"

"Well, she was a little cryptic on that point, so my own imagination took over. I thought I would be amongst a bunch of women chanting, doing yoga and some sunbathing au naturel. Sounded to me like a retreat that just might serve the stated purpose."

"Yes I guess that might be a reasonable explanation and expectation on your part. I gather you must have been shocked when you stepped into this room and saw me in my, shall we say activity?"

"Oh yes I was taken by complete surprise, but it was only momentarily. I quickly believed that an orgy just might prove to be as effective a tonic as the retreat I had envisioned. Incidentally, since my mother told me nothing about this club should I be aware of any rules or conditions of conduct while I am here?"

Sally replied giving a summary of the club rules: "No doubt you have noticed some fully dressed people unobtrusively mingling. They are staff to serve the guests' any and all conceivable needs. They are strictly off limits for sex. If caught the staff person would be summarily fired and the member would be dismissed from the club.

"The TLR is essentially a heterosexual sex club. There is no male gay sex, since apparently straight men have issues with such activity. Girl-on-girl sex is tolerated so long as the sex is in conjunction more or less with heterosexual activity. Lesbians who are exclusively into women are not allowed to be members but female bi-sexuals are allowed so long as they do not refuse heterosexual activity.

"All sexual activity is consensual. Coercion to participate in an activity is not tolerated. For example, if one wishes to indulge in water sports one can do so as long as the partner or partners agree without being forced into it. No bestiality is allowed.

"There is a basement room for BDSM activity again strictly for those who consent. There are 20 bedrooms available for more private sex. Each bedroom is equipped with various sex toys plus an internal use only telephone to summon staff for any logistical need. There is this large ballroom like hall and another large room in the next building for public sex. As you can see this room, named the Messalina Hall has long tables to provide availability of food and drinks. There is an outside pool between the two buildings as well as a volleyball facility. The third building is staff quarters and off limits. You are free to mingle and indulge in sex to your heart's content and that's about it in a nutshell."

"Wow!" replied Pamela, as she continued, "I can see why my mother got into this. I understand she was much in love with my father, but when he died in a car crash before I was two, she devoted herself completely to myself. I realize now that I never considered that she would have sexual needs as from my viewpoint, obviously an immature one, it seemed like she was very content in taking care of me and managing my career. I guess this club is great for satisfying her sexual cravings and sparing her the need to acquire a husband to replace my dad. But enough speculation about my mother, tell me how you got to be a member here, Sally."

Sally related her story, "Well it starts from the fact that as you can see, I am rather plain..."

Pamela aghast at such a negative remark protested, "Wait...wait Sally don't you be putting yourself down. As I saw you being fucked while sucking Charles' cock you looked like the hottest woman."

Sally replied quickly, "Well yes I do feel myself pretty when I am in the midst of some great fucking. Nevertheless, I am not spectacular but perhaps not hideous either. While I was in high school I was not exactly swamped with male attention."

Actually Sally was indeed selling herself a bit short. Although not the prettiest face she did have an intelligent look to her with a hint of sexy woman inside. She was 5'4" tall but looking taller because she had long legs to a short torso. She had "B" size cup breasts not therefore huge but still very perky and certainly pleasing to most men. Although she tended to be overlooked in a crowd, when she smiled it produced a very pleasant aura that made her attractive in an unconventional manner. Most men looking at her when she was smiling would acknowledge that she was not a babe, but a lot would still wish to get to know her. She had no problems in acquiring sex partners who genuinely desired her when attending TLR orgies.

Sally continued, "In fact I had only one date when I was in high school, and it was a disaster. So naturally I was resigned to believing I was not attractive to men, and I thought I was going to remain a virgin forever. With my negative thoughts I did nothing to make myself more attractive. Looking back on it, I believe I fell into a vicious cycle of negative thoughts. The more time passed without a date, the more despondent I became. The more despondent I became the less inclined I was to exert myself to go out and get a man.

"After high school I enrolled in Baylor University at Waco with the intention of probably becoming either a teacher or a librarian; the two vocations so suitable for a spinster which I was then certain I was destined to remain. Nothing much happened in my first three years in college, and I studied hard since I had nothing else to occupy my time. As I was getting really good grades, I thought I might raise my goals and go to graduate school to become a college professor.

"Suddenly after the start of the fall semester of my senior year to my shock and utter amazement two men started hitting on me at the same time. One was a fellow student in one of my classes and the other was my English Literature professor. I couldn't believe it; I was ecstatic. I not only had a boyfriend, but I had two boyfriends. Having been so starved for male companionship up to that time I accepted dates from both of them with no consideration that I ought to pick one of them for an exclusive relationship.

To tell the truth my self esteem was so low that I did not expect a long term relationship with either of them. I believed they would each quickly tire of me and so I was determined to make the most of the brief flings. With such a mind-set I offered no resistance to their sexual advances. Soon I was fucking both of them like rabbits alternating almost equally. I fucked so much that it became such a blur of sequence of events that I can't even recall which one was the first who relieved me of my virginity.

"I was spot on in my belief that my romances would not last long. After about six weeks of almost non-stop sex, both of my lovers indicated that it was time to move on. Both of them with eerily similar sentiments indicated that our affair was nice while it lasted but it had run its course and there was no future. Since I had come to expect such a conclusion, I did not make a fuss probably to their surprise considering how submissive and clinging I had been with them.

"Now before I could congratulate myself on my shrewdness and my ability not to crumble into despair like some other females might have done in my position, I sensed a nagging concern. You see in my euphoria of at last having honest to goodness sex, and steamy sex at that, and I sure had no regrets by the way of that, I had neglected to take precautions."

At this point, since Sally was a high school English teacher, she couldn't resist paraphrasing Jane Austin's most famous opening sentence, in recounting her college sexual experiences. And so she continued, "Now it is a truth universally acknowledged, that if one does not practice birth control, then there is a risk of pregnancy when one indulges in sexual congress. So of course, shortly after the break-ups I started experiencing nausea and unusual soreness in my boobs. A subsequent trip to a clinic after I had missed two periods confirmed that I was knocked up."

Pamela laughed, as surprisingly she was aware and recognized Sally's playful imitation of the famous literary line. So she interrupted by opining in a similar vein, "I believe it is also a truth universally acknowledged that gentlemen expect their lady friends to take birth control precautions as they do not contemplate on becoming fathers unless they are unequivocally committed to the said lady friend. I believe without that commitment gentlemen tend to become surly when their lady friends do become pregnant."

Sally laughed at Pamela's unexpected interjection. She responded, "True too true, but I was not overly concerned of the sensibilities of my gentlemen companions. If the truth were told I was not unduly upset about being pregnant as I was certain I could handle it all right. I was going to be twenty-two when the baby was born and a college graduate. I came from a somewhat well to do family so I would have relatively little money worries. Besides considering that I was harboring a horrible belief that I would remain a spinster, I suspect I had the subconscious desire to get pregnant on the supposition that this would be my only chance to become a mother."

After confessing to her subconscious desire, Sally continued, "The bitch of it was that I had no idea which of my two lovers could be the father. With the information I could supply and upon her examination of my body, my doctor gave a ball park estimate of a ten day period as to when I might have conceived. Naturally during the ten days in question, I absolutely equally alternated; five of those days fucking the student and five of those days fucking the professor; equally interchangeably. And even when my gynecologist could narrow down to the two most likely dates of conception naturally, I had sex with one of them on the first date and the other one on the second date.

"There was no question that I was having my, baby and I was of the philosophy that my child deserved to know his/her father and spend some time with him. I had no demand of marriage in mind or even child support although that would have been nice. I just had the naïve belief that a man would want to be aware of his flesh and blood even his illegitimate offspring. I had believed that the father of my child might want to spend some time with and perhaps even influence his child's life. However, I was sensible to all the awkwardness in informing my lovers as neither one had been aware of the other in my life.

"I still remember racking my brain as to the best way of advising each of my lovers. How do I say to each of them that I am pregnant and that he may be the father? There thus would have to be a blood test after birth to ascertain for sure. However, if you are the father would you like to provide some support and participate in our child's life?

"I wasn't too surprised that both of them reacted like shitheads and assholes when I finally worked out how to inform them and did so. The student said he had no means of supporting the child let the other guy do it as he is in a better position to do so. The student intimated that I should not mention him whatsoever to the professor. Since we knew each other for such a short time he felt he could not grasp the idea of being a father, and in any case, he was too young and immature to take on the responsibilities of being a father. At least that last point was valid.

"The professor also had no interest in supporting my child since he was already supporting his wife and their two children. Such fact of their existence, not surprisingly he neglected to mention during our copulation stage of our acquaintanceship. Both assholes categorically refused to consent to blood tests probably relying on the belief that I would not have the nerve to go after them legally.

"Both of them received what I came to regard as their comeuppance although perhaps extreme and not nice on my part. Within a month thereafter, they both were dead. The student, while trying to buy drugs, died of a gunshot wound at a surprise drug bust gone bad when the FBI raided. To put it another way he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The professor died from a broken neck after falling off a ladder; as he was trying to make repairs on his roof. I knew I should have felt grieved, but I was not. I just was numb when I learned of their deaths. I actually detected in the back of my mind a feeling of glee, but I consciously suppressed such ignoble feeling; after all one of them was the father of my child. And that is why in telling you my story I did not mention their names as that is exactly how I think of them in my own mind to this day.

"Therefore, there were no blood tests, and so I do not know for sure who Beverley's father was. Sometimes I think it is the professor and sometimes I think it is the student since I see vague features of each of them in my daughter. I cannot differentiate what I actually see and what I imagine I see. I truly am happy to say that she just mostly looks like me although a lot prettier, but she is overweight. She'll most likely be taller than me. At least I was able to tell Beverley truthfully that her father died some months before she was born and unfortunately, I hardly got to know him. Because of that she has never pestered me to find out more details about her father."