Chapter 1

Pam hung up the phone and just stared at the floor. She was in shock thinking about the call she had just received. At 22 years of age Pam was a fairly stable young woman who didn’t shock easily. She couldn’t get her mind around the fact that her mother, Carol, had just called her. She and a friend were in town and she wanted to come over to see her. Without thinking she gave Carol her address and agreed to the visit.

Pam had never known her mother. Carol left Pam, just an infant, with her fraternal grandmother the day she left. Pam had been raised by her Nan. With help from her Dad and her stepmother Pam had built up very spiteful attitude about her real mother. But now, she felt feelings that she could not explain after talking with her.

Tears started to drip from Pam eyes as she sat down on the couch. She wished Wayne was home to help her deal with this but he was gone for three weeks to California to work a job for his company. She had left him at the airport just yesterday, what bad timing. As much as she wanted to hate her mother as she had since she could remember, she found herself getting excited about the prospect of finally meeting her. She knew that Wayne would help her get her feelings in order if he were here.

Pam finally snapped out of her fugue and started cleaning up the trailer. Carol said they would be there in about 30 minutes or so. She quickly cleaned up the kitchen and the living room then moved to the spare bedroom just in case she wanted to stay the night.

Looking at the clock Pam saw that it was 7:20. It had been about a half hour since the call from her mother and she was getting very nervous. She found herself trembling and getting queasy. She kept looking out the window to see when they showed up.

Ten minutes later she was sitting at the kitchen table when she heard the sound of motorcycles in the road. She didn’t expect her mother to be on a motorcycle so she tried to ignore the sound until it got louder then stopped. She stood up and looked out of the kitchen window and saw two motorcycles parked behind her car. One of the bikes was empty and a tall buxom woman was walking toward her front door while a stocky muscular man was sitting on the other bike. He was looking right at her. She stared for several seconds taking in his rough look with tattoos on both bronzed muscular arms. He was wearing a sleeveless denim shirt, jeans, and biker boots. She felt a tingle in her stomach as his lips moved into a grin. An unexpected shiver of excitement ran through her body as she looked at this man. She had only felt this type of excitement a few times in her life, and they always occurred when she was attracted to someone.

Pam was frozen until she heard the knock on the front door. Butterflies in her stomach, she walked to the front door and opened it. She looked into the face of her real mother and knew instantly that she had craved this meeting all her life. Gone was the hate and spite and suddenly she wants to hug the woman who gave birth to her.

“Mom... ,” she said as tears rolled down her face.

Carol stepped up and into the trailer hugging her daughter. “Oh baby ... I am so sorry! I missed you soooo much!”

“Momma, why did you leave me,” Pam cried as she buried her face in her mom’s ample bosom.

“Oh sweetie ... it’s a long story and I will tell you everything you want to know.” She hugged Pam tightly and just stood there in front of the door for several minutes.

“Let’s go sit down,” Carol said as she moved them both toward the couch. “Is it okay if Harley comes in,” she asked.

“Oh ... of course, yes,” Pam replied wiping the tears from her eyes. She had momentarily forgotten about the man outside and another shiver of excitement rushed up and down her body. Pam headed to the bathroom to clean up her face while Carol went to the door and told Harley to come in.

By the time Pam had returned to the living room Carol and Harley were in the kitchen with a bottle of champagne and a wooden box on the kitchen table. Two duffel type bags were sitting near the front door. She walked into the kitchen to see the man she had stared at pouring champagne into three glasses.

“Pam, I want you to meet Harley Evans. He and I travel together a lot,” her mother said.

Harley reached out to shake Pam’s hand which she took after staring him in the eyes for a few seconds. The excitement she was feeling caused goose bumps to rise on her arms and her and nipples suddenly hardened embarrassing her.

Harley smiled at her as she shook his hand and she knew he could see she was excited. His eyes, his knowing grin, and his body language made it clear to Pam that he was interested in her. She was sure that he could tell she was attracted to him as well.

“Nice to meet you Harley,” she said letting go of his hand. “Excuse me for a minute, I have to go to the bathroom.” She walked quickly down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door.

Pam pulled down her shorts and sat on the toilet. She started to pee and the sensation was like nothing she ever felt before. Her Nipples were hard and very sensitive under her top and she tried not to move to avoid and further excitement. When she wiped herself she noticed her pubic area was sensitive and another flash of excitement ran up and down her spine as she wiped herself brushing across her sensitive hood in the process.

‘Oh my god, ‘ she thought. ‘What is happening to me? Am I attracted to this man, my mother’s man? I am a happily married woman who loves her husband! I shouldn’t be having these feelings!’ Finally, getting herself together, she went back to the kitchen.

“Here ya go ladies,” Harley said in a deep resonant voice. He handed a glass to both Carol and Pam.

“There is no doubt that you are your mother’s daughter,” Harley said to Pam as he held out his glass for a toast.

She smiled and clinked his glass then her mother’s glass before taking a good drink.

Trying to get her stomach to settle down, Pam took another deep drink from the glass.

“Let’s go sit down and talk honey,” suggested Carol

Pam finished her glass and caught Harley staring at her with that odd grin that made her shiver again.

Harley filled the two women’s glasses again and then went over to his duffel bag and pulled out a bottle of bourbon. He walked back to the table and opened the bourbon and poured some into his glass.

“To mother and daughter,” he said turning up the glass and throwing it down his throat. “YEAH ... that’s good!”

Pam couldn’t understand how anyone could drink that stuff straight. She took another drink of her champagne and then she and Carol walked to the couch and sat down while Harley sat at the kitchen table.

“So,” Carol said. “You are married! Tell me about him and when will he be home?”

“His name is Wayne and he works out at the space center...”

“Wow, that sounds cool,” Carol said interrupting Pam.

“It is but he just left for California yesterday and won’t be back for three weeks.”

“Oh ... too bad ... I wanted to meet him, make sure he is right for you!” Carol laughed making a small joke as she finished her drink. “Hey Harley, I’ll have a bourbon now please.” She looked at Pam, “how about you, please have a drink with me while we get to know each other,” she begged.

“I don’t really drink whiskey, especially not straight,” Pam replied.

“Mix Pam a drink too babe,” Carol told Harley.

Harley was sitting at the table working on rolling a couple of joints from his ‘special’ stash while listening to the women talk. He had noted Pam’s comment about her husband being gone for three weeks. She was a sexy young thing, built a lot like her mother - big tits and all, and he imagined what he could teach her that her punk husband hadn’t.

Harley and Carol rode together often and they had great sex but they were not exclusive and were not connected at the hip. He had told her that if her daughter was good looking he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep from making a pass at her. Carol had laughed and said he could do whatever he wanted. She just wanted to meet her and find out how she had turned out. She had reached for Harleys crotch and given his sizeable manhood a nice squeeze through his jeans and told him that he was on his own with her daughter.

Carol loved getting fucked by Harley. He had the equipment to make her cum over and over for hours at a time. She had watched him fuck other women and even been in bed with one or more women with him. He had always satisfied her and anyone else he slept with. They often found lovers while they rode together but they always seem to gravitate back to each other. She couldn’t say she loved him, she didn’t really love any man, but she sure enjoyed his company, at least until he got into a bad mood. Fortunately, he didn’t get angry very often but when he did he liked to hurt people, physically. He had hurt her on more than one occasion but in spite of that she liked being with him.

When Harley was searching for more glasses he found a bottle of vodka. He set it and the two glasses down on the table. He found some bottles of coke in the fridge and after pouring a good amount of bourbon and a shot of vodka in one glass he filled it up with coke. He poured straight bourbon into the other glass for Carol. When done he picked them up and took them out into the living room and handed them to the girls. He headed back to the kitchen to finish rolling his joints.

“Thanks,” Pam said accepting the glass.

“Yeah, thanks babe,” Carol said as she brought her glass up to Palms. “Here is to our getting to know each other sweetie,” she said clinking her glass with her daughters’. She raised the glass to her mouth and drank almost all of it in one gulp.

Pam couldn’t believe how easily her mother drank the powerful whiskey. She brought her own glass up and took a good swig and shook her head as the liquid burned on the way down.

Pam and Carol talked about her life and how she had been brought up and how she had felt about her mother. Carol explained that her situation with Pam’s father was not a good one and rather than create more problems she felt it was better that she left when she did. She tried to explain what was going on in her mind at the time and why she felt it was better to leave Pam with her grandmother.

While the they talked Pam would take a swig of her drink now and then. Carol was on her second bourbon when Pam finally finished her drink.