Mothers and Daughters Ch. 30

Vickie woke up sporting a lasciviously broad smile. The events subsequent to her discovery of her husband's infidelity certainly were unanticipated, but there was no denying her delight and satisfaction in the experience. She was in a very good mood as she went to have a shower. As she was washing, her mind was racing overtime as to how to confront her husband.

At first blush, she didn't want to end her marriage as there were lots of societal benefits for her which she was loathed to forgo. Although, in the back of her mind, was the realization that if Johnny did want to leave his wife to marry her then she would comply without a moment's hesitation and without any regret.

However she was cognizant that no matter how hot their sex would become; no matter how much they became enchanted with each other, Johnny was not about to leave his wife. And Vickie was cool with that.

What she knew she now wanted was an apparent visibly happy marriage for public consumption. But her marriage would have to allow her freedom to pursue an all encompassing torrid affair with Johnny Whitaker. Her assumption was that Gregory, having committed adultery first, was in no position to object to her desired indulgences. However if he balked, she knew she was prepared to walk out on the marriage never mind the benefits.

She now acknowledged in her mind that she no longer loved Gregory; or not at least to the extent she had loved him prior to this weekend. It was not because of his infidelity, as she certainly could live with that! No, the problem was that the sex with Johnny Whitaker was vastly superior to the sex she had had with Gregory and she was no longer willing to be satisfied with mediocre sex. Still Vicki wanted to preserve the possibility of occasionally having sex with her husband. After all Johnny would as a matter of course not be available every time she desired really hot sex and on such eventualities she would be willing to resort to him to fulfill her sexual needs.

Besides she wanted the door left open for her to conceive another child. She preferred that if her son were to have a sib that such sib be a full blooded one.

Vickie realized her desires were essentially selfish and ignoble in the eyes of most, but she could not deny them. Her greatest problem was how to implement them with Greg's complete co-operation. She knew his guilt for his cheating would only get her so far. So she would have to utilize her utmost skills to get the concessions she wanted from Greg. But no matter what, she was determined to establish her affair with Johnny. Gregory would not be able to dissuade her on that point, and as soon as she could convince him of that fact, the easier it would be to secure his acquiescence; or so she hoped.

After Vickie finished her shower she checked her cell phone. Amidst various messages from Greg was a recent urgent text message from her mother which simply said: "Call me ASAP!" Ignoring Greg's missives for now she called her mother:

"Hi Mom. It's me, what's up?"

"Thank God Vickie that you returned my call so soon. John St Clair is dying. He was admitted to the hospital, about a week ago but as the prognosis was not good he insisted on returning to his home to finish out his remaining days. He plans to have a special meeting tomorrow morning at nine and he wants you to be present besides me and others. He wants to wrap up his affairs before he dies and he wants to provide for you."

Vickie paid no attention to the possibility that she might receive something from John St. Clair's estate upon his apparently impending death. Instead the news that he was dying overwhelmed her.

Kristina continued:

"I'm sorry that I delayed calling you earlier. I was so distraught with my grief that I could not act sooner. Besides I knew you were in DC at the convention and could not have come any sooner anyway. I supervised his transfer from the hospital to his home and I'm keeping a vigil. Now that the convention is over could you please come at once? Will you have any trouble arranging time off from work?"

Vickie could not but help note that her mother did not consider Greg as an impediment for her coming to Dallas. Apparently her mother believed that Vickie's only problem to come on such short notice was getting permission from work. Did her mother sense anything about the state of her marriage?

Shaking off her reaction, Vickie responded:

"Oh my God Mom! I'm so sorry. I got used to the idea that he was going to live forever. Of course I'll come. I'm sure I can arrange for some time off; after all I am a partner in the firm. I'll get back to you when I've arranged a flight so you can pick me up. By the way I'll be coming from Atlanta as I arrived last night after deciding to skip today's wrap up convention events."

"Thanks Vickie and yes I'll pick you up as soon as you land in Dallas. Just get back to me with flight info."

The news definitely saddened Vickie as John William St Clair was the closest thing she had to a father figure in her life. She knew that he and her mother had been lovers in an unorthodox relationship during the time she was born. Despite her mother being a prostitute, John St Clair held her in high esteem, and Vickie had always hoped that they would marry. But as she got older and understood things better she knew he had a family that precluded such a happy outcome.

Although her paternity was unknown, John St Clair volunteered to fill the gap. In particular he hired and paid for the tutors that home schooled her and provided the superior education that paved the way for her academic successes. Besides that he always remembered Vickie's birthdays and attended her graduation from the University of Texas. He would have been there for her Duke graduation and her civil marriage events but he was held back by a bout of flu at the time.

Consequently, Vickie had a special regard for John William St Clair, and felt justified that it was proper for her to attend his presumed forthcoming funeral. She did not speculate why he wanted to see her the next day but considering his attentions he had devoted to her she was not surprised by his terminal request. One silver lining to the dismal news was the opportunity to postpone her confrontation with Gregory. She realized she was not yet fully prepared for the inevitable unpleasant meeting and welcomed the forced delay.

Following a chosen deliberate path of priority, Vickie first booked a flight leaving Atlanta 12:30 arriving at Dallas at a quarter to two, (Central Time). This was ideal for her purposes as it did not allow her enough time to go home to pack a suitcase and thus she could avoid seeing Greg physically.

She then contacted Andrew Spears, the senior managing partner of Queen and Fish, via his cell phone. Spears was sympathetic and foresaw no difficulty in arranging for a leave of absence despite such short notice. However since Vickie was so important to the firm, he extracted a promise that she check in with the office each business day during her absence so that important matters requiring her input could be dealt with efficiently. Vicki had no problem in complying with such request.

Vickie then called Kristina back advising of her arrival time in Dallas. She also told her mother that as she was arriving with no luggage. Therefore, she would need to stop at some appropriate stores to acquire a wardrobe to get her through her stay in Dallas and possible funeral. In addition she told Kristina that she needed to acquire an extra cell phone as well. Kristina was not at all curious at the extent of her daughter's requests, and merely confirmed her assent to Vickie's agenda.

And then she had to contact Greg. As she was determined to avoid any unpleasantness she took control of the conversation. As soon as Greg answered she said:

"Greg, I do not wish to talk about last night. It can keep for now. I've just had some dreadful news from my mother. John William St Clair is dying and wants to see me before he dies. You know how I've told you that he was like a father to me while I was growing up so I could hardly refuse such a request. I've already booked a flight to Dallas and as it is departing soon; I'm heading for the airport as soon as I finish talking with you."

Greg interrupted:

"But Vickie you left your suitcase that you had taken to Washington. You cannot have any clothes with you."

Vickie couldn't hide her sarcasm as she replied:

"True Greg very perceptive of you. I'll buy some clothes in Dallas. A woman can never have enough clothes. I'm sure Tameka (the nanny) can handle Junior while I'm gone."

"So how long will you be gone?"

"At least one week probably two weeks depending on how long John lives. I'll keep you advised."

"What about your work?"

Sensing that Greg might have hurt feelings if she advised him that she had already made such arrangements before contacting him, she decided to tell a white lie. So she replied:

"Oh I'm sure I can make proper arrangements at the office. Luckily I have no court appearances in the next two weeks in any case. I got to go Greg to catch the plane. So bye for now."

Greg sheepishly answered:

"OK Vickie. I'll miss you. Say hello to your mother for me. Please hurry back. You know that two weeks from now is Mothers Day and I have formulated special plans."

Resisting the temptation to uttering a further sarcastic bard, Vickie merely concluded:

"Sure Greg. I'll try and be back by then; I'll keep in touch."

Vickie then got to the airport in her car and parked it in the long term parking facility. When Vickie arrived in Dallas, with her mother tagging along, she immediately went shopping for clothes, and a special cell phone. During their shopping spree, Vickie bought enough clothes to see her through a few days plus purchasing appropriate attire for a funeral. If her stay would last longer she knew she could do additional shopping if necessary. Her main desired purchase was to obtain a cell phone with which to contact Johnny Whitaker at her soonest opportunity. She took great care in purchasing this item as she had special requirements.

Once the shopping was over, they decided to have dinner at an upscale toney restaurant. During their conversation, Kristina startled Vickie by revealing quite a bit of information she had withheld from her, apparently for several years. Kristina and John St Clair had become steady lovers again. They started having frequent sex again about six years previously and had developed a serious committed relationship eight months ago upon the death of John's wife.

Kristina, now sixty years old, had aged slightly so that she still retained much of her youthful beauty. Most would take her to be a woman in her early to mid forties, and would be shocked to learn of her actual age. Vickie knew her mother was still very sexually active and had no problem in enticing younger good looking studs to her bed. On the other hand, although John was not decrepit still he looked his age of eighty-eight years.

Thus Vickie could not help but exclaim:

"Oh my God, Mom! Really Mother! You haven't breathed a word about this before. And you have been fucking John for six years? Isn't he like ninety years old? Can you really get sexual pleasure from such an old man?"

Kristina retorted:

"Ha! Spoken with the prejudices of an all knowing youth who thinks there's no worthwhile sex after forty."

"You know Mom that I'm almost thirty years old, and I'm sure as hell counting on lots of years of sex still to enjoy; even decades of sex. But you got to admit when one is ninety years old that sex usually is no longer a prime concern in one's daily activity."

"John is eighty-eight not yet ninety."

Vickie snorted and replied:

"Oh pardon me as if two years at that age makes a significant difference. Surely you are not trying to convince me that John is your most vigorous and satisfying lover. I know for a fact that you have sex partners more than thirty years younger than you and who are satisfied and pleased to have you."

Kristina replied in earnest as Vickie had struck a sensitive chord with that observation:

"Well my darling daughter you ought to know that the brain is the most powerful sexual organ. For a truly satisfying sexual intercourse your brain must be engaged or the sex will be mediocre even if you do experience an orgasm."

Vickie simply agreed:

"Yes I've heard that adage, but still a vigorous young body goes a long way to assist the brain to enjoy the pleasures of sex."

Without commenting on Vickie's interruption, Kristina continued:

"Take masturbation as an example of what I mean. You know that you can achieve an orgasm from masturbating; in fact that is the prime reason for indulging in the activity, in the first place. You have to utilize your brain to conjure up the fantasy and it's your imagination that will drive you over the edge to climax. However your brain is very cognizant that your imagination is just pretend and that you are not actually enjoying a partner in the activity. Thus although the resulting orgasm satisfies the physical itch for sexual pleasure, it can never equal the total pleasure a satisfactory partner can provide."

Vickie protested:

"Please Mom; I'm a big girl now who surely does not need a lesson on masturbation."

Kristina ignored Vickie's protest as she said:

"Bear with me, my child..."

Vickie rolled her eyes and snorted at the obvious sarcastic rejoinder, as Kristina continued:

"The importance of the brain in sex is the key to understanding how I can so thoroughly enjoy sex with John even though he is so old. It's best I now reveal my whole history with him, some of which I've kept from you. I've told you before that when I was in my twenties and early thirties, John and I had a special sexual relationship despite my occupation as the madam of my own brothel. As I was a prostitute, I knew that the clients I serviced had no respect for what I did even though they enjoyed my favors. And that meant they had no respect for me as a person.

"But John was different. Yes he came to my brothel as a customer, but both of us could sense the chemistry between us right from our initial sexual experience. Once we got to know each other better, and he learned of the circumstances of how I became a prostitute, he realized that my becoming a whore was beyond my control or choice. Thus any disdain he might have felt about me disappeared forever. I believe that he viewed my job as a prostitute was just that, a job. I had the impression that his view of me would have been the same had I been say a waitress.

"John was not jealous of the countless men I fucked. He chalked it up as just part of my job; something incidental in my line of work just as restaurant diners would be to an actual waitress. In both such cases the customers as a matter of course appears in one's life but have no true relevance in the personal life. So as he got to know me better, I could sense he was truly falling in love with me. Actual romantic love! I was special in his life! Me who started out in life as a 13 year old hooker turning tricks for a dollar. I was naturally truly very grateful."

At this point Vickie had to interrupt. She naturally loved Kristina, of course, but she knew at times she had felt ashamed of her. And always when she felt such disdain, Vickie became ashamed of her own feelings. She especially felt ashamed, that she had forced her mother to pretend to be something she was not for the benefit of not disturbing the sensibilities of her husband and his family. Vickie knew she had no right to judge her mother, as she believed that she, herself, would not have survived as well had she been in her mother's shoes.

So Vickie said:

"Stop it Mom. Don't be so hard on yourself. You were forced into prostitution when you were still a child for God's sakes. And as you got older you found yourself virtually a prisoner in the sex industry. Life sure handed you a bunch of lemons; but not only did you make lemonade; you also made lemon meringue pies. You're an outstandingly meritorious woman, and there's no gallantry on the part of John St Clair to recognize your attributes. He just wasn't blind like the rest of the men you had encountered; that he fell in love with you was no miracle."

Kristina smiled at her daughter's vigorous defense and continued:

"Be that as it may Vickie; the point is that I was in love with him. The only time in my life I had a man to honestly love like any other women who truly has a man to love."

Although Vickie at this precise moment was at best ambivalent about her feelings towards her husband, she had at least enjoyed a passion and love for him which was returned in kind. Hearing these words made Vickie realize the normality in her life which her mother had been deprived of, when she was forced into prostitution.

So she said:

"Oh Mom! I didn't mean to say John's love for you was meaningless and not genuine. He obviously loved you enough to be your business partner in a business completely unrelated to the source of his wealth. He loved you enough to provide for my education which I'm sure he was in no way obligated to."

Kristina replied:

"Yes, I know he loved me and I loved him but I think there was an impasse that doomed our love from achieving ultimate happiness. I have thought long and hard about it and I've come to the conclusion that we both allowed our actual circumstances to overwhelm us.

"You see John was already fifty-one years old when we first met. Although he naturally did not consider his life over, still he had by this time achieved his normal lifelong goals of marriage, children and securing substantial wealth. So when he came to my brothel and had sex with me, his only expectation was to experience transient pleasure. I in turn looked upon him as just another client albeit a most satisfactory one.

"But as I said there was chemistry between us right from the start. After trying some of my girls he settled in fucking me exclusively. Since I charged 33% more than the other girls and because of my Madam duties made me unavailable before 2 AM, I seldom had other male customers. And so we fell in love.

"I felt it to be a true romantic love and I was never happier. The culmination of our love was when John took me to Europe for a one week vacation; three days in Paris and four days in Venice."

Vickie truly astonished, exclaimed:

"My God Mom you've never told me this before. Your relationship with John St Clair was much more than you've previously let on. I now understand better his generosity in financing my special private education. But why have you kept it a secret from me?"

Kristina replied:

"It's not that I've deliberately kept my past life secret from you. It's just that you were not curious to learn more about me. So I did not volunteer information which you did not seek, and which I presumed you did not want to know. I am sensitive to the probability that no child could be proud to have a whore for a mother."

At his point Vickie turned a bright beet red as she felt total shame in the justification of her mother's disguised mild admonishment.

She replied:

"Oh Mom! I'm so sorry! I'm truly sorry for being such a brat! I honestly do admire you. And of course I love you unconditionally. I just wish I had the strength of character not to sugarcoat your past in order to secure Gregory for a husband. If he could not have accepted your past then he would not have been worth my while to marry."

Kristina protested Vickie's remorse:

"Oh Vickie to borrow your words, don't be so hard on yourself. What decent man would want a mother-in-law who was a former professional prostitute and currently the owner of a swingers' sex club? No I don't blame you at all for your prudence in the way you introduced me to your husband and his family."