Chapter 5
Lydia Tom and Daughter-A Case History
Mother Seductive Permissiveness has been blamed as the cause of much premature promiscuity among the teenagers of today. Psychiatrist and Sociologist alike point to the status driven American Mothers as the cause of many of their daughters' sexual capers.
"Why?" asks the doubtful. "What has happened to the image of the good old American Mom?"
"Mom"-no longer exists. She has turned to slacks and sports cars, bikinis and extra-marital affairs. And with her transformation she has brought a change in the attitudes of her children. It's chic for the American Mother to be very candid about sex. And when her candid information is often based upon her own "misinformation" she cannot help but contribute to her child's confusion, misinterpretation and sometimes her over-interest in sex at an age where a doll would be a more acceptable playmate than a real, live male.
In the seductive permissive mother" professionals also find that the mother very often works out her own sexual frustrations through the media of her daughter, provoking early dating, looseness, and an inclination for sex that is not accompanied with the fear that once cautioned a girl's activities.
Investigators of the Probate Court in a Michigan community were recently asked to look into the activities of a middle-class divorcee and her fourteen year old daughter. The story of Lydia Tom and her daughter, Bea, which unraveled, is one that pinpoints the influence of the seductive permissive mother in American society today and, as such, is important to this report.
Lydia was pregnant when at seventeen she married a man who was not responsible for the conception. She tried to pretend a premature birth with an eight pound child, and when the story was not believed by her husband she told him the truth. He left Lydia the same night.
For awhile Lydia tried working to support herself and her child. But this was boresome and inconvenient to the frequent dates she had. Very beautiful and desirable with a shapely body and a lively spirit, Lydia had started dating almost immediately after her husband's desertion. She never hesitated to engage in sexual adventures with her dates. She had convinced herself that she "needed" sex, that she was a passionate woman. This was not true according to a psychiatrist's report. Lydia used sex as a method of ego-boost, without genuine physical satisfaction being achieved.
When an executive in the office where Lydia worked suggested a date, it occurred to her that she really shouldn't work at all, that she should use her beauty and her physical attributes for the purposes of a livelihood rather than pounding a typewriter. She accepted a date with the executive. It didn't bother Lydia at all that the man was married. He was also wealthy. This seemed like ample grounds for her to become a part of an infidelity.
Lydia waited until the end of the date that evening to venture forth with her sexual attractions. The executive had a reputation as somewhat of a wolf. Lydia knew it. She knew, too, that he wasted little time, that he no doubt intended to know her sexually that very evening. She hoped it was true. She intended to make it work for her.
As they left the club where they had enjoyed cocktails and dinner, Lydia clutched tightly to the man's arm, making very sure that her large breast crushed to him, letting him feel the roundness and firmness, perhaps even the sharp nipple, she hoped. During the evening Lydia had told her escort of the hard times a woman has when she raises a child alone. She told him of the struggle, the constant tiredness, and the hopelessness of a life alone. The man was a sympathetic listener. He suggested that they should extend their evening. Would she like a nightcap at the apartment he kept in the city? Would she? Indeed she would! Lydia told him so, but in a contrived manner that hinted at shyness.
The apartment was the most exquisite Lydia had ever seen. It made her own dwelling seem drabber than it truly was. They had their drinks together in the large living room, sitting close together on a lavish couch. When the man put his arm around Lydia's shoulder, she turned her face to him and received his kiss.
Considering the psychiatric report that claimed Lydia had little true feelings for sexual contact, it is of interest to investigate her thoughts at the time of this first kiss with a stranger who showed the promise of being something more.
Lydia has admitted that her thoughts were not of the man's tongue shooting into her mouth, nor of one hand that crept to the bodice of her dress and sneaked inside to clutch her breast. Her thoughts were of the expensive apartment, the man's affluence, his obvious delight in her company, and of how she could utilize all of this for her own material comfort. For awhile she considered playing hard to get, but she sensed that this would only create a permanent separation between them. So, when the man slid her shoulder strap down and exposed one breast to which he bent open-mouthed, she did not restrain him. Instead, she gripped his head and forced him hard to the consumption of her nipple and breast.
Soon, they were nude and facing each other in the bed room. He told her of her beauty. She told him of the confidence she had in such a man as he. They came together in a clash of bodies that sounded a smack throughout the room. Lydia moaned and cried. It was pretense worthy of the finest actress. She had learned a long time ago that a man was made to feel more of that species, that he would know masterfullness, and through it love, if a woman was physically responsive to his love-making.
Lydia played her role well. When she was braced and ready, she whined a sad, frightened call. Then, when he entered her she cried out in feigned thrill as if this was the first male-excitement she had ever known. And at the very end when she sensed that her lover was near his climax, she cried out, screamed, bellowed and yelped, sobbed and mumbled all sorts of insane things about love and sex and the man and herself.
The glow of satisfaction was on the man's face as soon as they separated to rest. When he turned to her again, Lydia knew that she was about to receive a permanent proposition. She was right.
"You're very lovely, you know," he said.
"No, that's not true-I'm just an old drudge of a mother who tries to take care of her child."
"I'm glad you mentioned that," the man said.
"I'm not-it's embarrassing."
"It shouldn't be. Nevertheless, I have a suggestion."
She looked at him, then turned and shyly looked at the floor.
"I have this apartment," the man continued. "I rarely use it, and it's a long lease I carry. Why don't you and little Bea move in here?"
"Here? Good Lord-I couldn't afford it."
"You don't have to. I said that the lease was paid."
"Oh." She hesitated, then said, "But, really, I could-n t.
"You're thinking about the strings that are attached, aren't you?" he asked. "Yes."
'"There's only one," he said. "It's me, I'd be lying if I pretended otherwise. But, judging by the way we are together-the way you were, especially, I don't think I'm very hard to take."
"Oh, you're not-not at all," she said quickly and in exactly the right tone.
"Good. Then it's settled, isn't it?"
She hesitated, then said, "But it's going to be messy-both of us in the same office and everything."
"You're not there any more, he said.
"I'm not?"
"No. I just fired you and put you on my personal pay roll as custodian of this apartment."
They clinched their agreement by a new embrace, then by rolling to the bed and engaging once again in the sexual togetherness that was really the basis of their contract.
Lydia remained eleven years as the wealthy executive's mistress. She enjoyed the luxury of her apartment-home, a generous allowance, and the opportunity to raise her daughter in a better than average socio-economic bracket. And it was during these eleven years that young Bea grew into a young woman, became at fourteen an exceptionally beautiful girl with long auburn hair, green eyes, and a figure that was the envy of every woman whom she encountered. It was during this time, too, that Lydia's seductive permissiveness-born perhaps from her own guilt and the desire to compensate or rationalize her kept-woman existence-invaded her child, stimulated the young girl and sent her into indiscretions that led to her eventual evolvement as a Baby-Pro.
"You're really Uncle John's mistress aren't you?" Bea asked one day shortly after she reached the age of fourteen.
Lydia did not answer at once. She had feared this day, but had not prepared for it. But, within her there was even a stronger force than that of protecting her child, sparing the innocent problems, or embarrassing her child. The stronger force was her own ego-her own necessity of always being "right."
"You are, aren't you?" Bea asked again.
"Yes," Lydia admitted.
There followed a two hour conversation about sex, men, money, the facts of life as they related to living, the problems of a mother who had been deserted with a young child, and the constant reminder to Bea that her mother was still a young woman, one who should be allowed to enjoy both the finer things of life and the man who provided them.
"I guess I don't mind very much," Bea said when her mother finished. "I guess maybe I always knew how things were between you and Uncle John."
"Perhaps you did," the mother said.
Then, as if finished with the subject and more intent on other things, Bea said, "Mother-is it fun to make love to a man."
"Of course, darling," Lydia said. "It's great fun."
"Why?"
Frigid Lydia called upon things that she had heard rather than those she actually knew. "Because it makes you feel very excited and wonderful."
"How?" Bea asked. "You mean when a boy kisses me it feels good."
"You should know," she kidded. "I'm sure that nice boy you went to the show with the other night kissed you."
"You don't care that he did?"
'"Of course not. It's really rather flattering."
"Well then, he kissed me, all right. He handled me a little too."
"He touched your breasts?" Lydia asked, being careful to keep her voice calm, to show no alarm, which would have been quite impossible because she felt none.
"He went up my skirt, too."
"He touched you there?"
"Yes." In a mood of giving a confidence, Bea nudged closer to her mother where they sat on the couch, then said, "Mother-why did I feel so funnyso kind of high and trembling-when he touched me there."
"Because that's the very place that's given to a woman so that she can make love to a man," Lydia told her.
"But that's not where he touched me, mother," Bea exclaimed. "He touched me higher-and-and I thought I was going to pass out."
Lydia, despite her worldly ways, knew very little about the anatomy of women. She did not pursue the matter of her daughter's fondling any further.
"And you don't care if I go out with that boy again, eh?"
"Of course not. Why should I? I think you should date him as often as you like."
Bea did. Several times a week. And by the end of a month the fourteen year old girl and the seventeen year old boy were engaging actively, and regularly, in sexual intercourse.
Bea, when she recalled the first such incident for the police psychiatrist who interviewed her, was nostalgic about the moment. And she was accusing of her mother, too.
"I wouldn't be where I am right now," Bea said, "if my mother hadn't acted kind of pleased about all the playing that boy and I were doing. What the hell-how does a girl knows it's going to get her into trouble if her own mother doesn't tell her?"
According to Bea, the scene of her first act of sexual intercourse was a beach where she and the boy had gone to swim beneath the full moon which had been promised. Always a seductive-type dresser, this night she wore her first bikini, only recently purchased. It barely covered her large breasts. It dipped devilishly beneath her naval.
Bea and the boy named Jack played in the water for a long time. During their play, they occasionally kissed and the boy's hands often wondered to her breasts and buttocks. She liked the feel of his hands upon her, she has claimed, liked it because it spoke of love and affection, qualities that were apparently missing in her life.
When the young people finished with the water and their swim, they settled on the blanket they had placed on the smooth sand beach.
Bea has related that at this moment, even before it, she knew that Jack was going to try to make love to her. She knew, too, that she would allow it. But she did not realize how fervent was her desire for an act of sex.
Jack gripped her by the shoulders and kissed her hard. She immediately opened her mouth and received his tongue, latching her lips to it and drawing upon it as if it were some vessel of nourishment. Her enthusiasm for his kiss amazed her. So did the warmth that swept her body and the quickened beat of her heart. She grasped his hand and forced it to her breast. Then, as they continued kissing, she lowered her bra and exposed her breasts. Jack kneaded them. Then with a groan of urgency, he forced her to her back upon the blanket. Caarefully, he withdrew the bottom of her swimsuit from her body.
"You're going to do it to me, aren't you?" she asked.
"Do you want me to."
"Yes."
'"You're a funny kid," he laughed. "Come on-hurry up."
He yanked his swim trunks off, then reached to his pants which were folded on the blanket.
"Come on," Bea said. "What are you doing any way?"
"Getting something so you won't get pregnant."
"I heard about those," she said. "And to hell with em'-come on, get to me-fast."
Amazement swept Jack's face. He left his trousers where they were and lunged to Bea's side. They embraced. Bea, who had felt the wonder of discovery when she sighted the young and massive strength of the boy's manhood, reached and grasped him. Then she twisted him hurtfully. He did not mind. He returned her mean touch with a light one of his own, one that moved between her thighs then upward to a high ground of sensitivity. She moaned. He circled, moving slowly at the beginning then increasing his speed. Bea's hips bounced up and down, thrusting in a demand for more of the thrill he was providing.
And then she stopped him.
"Oh, no more of that," she wheezed. "No more-just you-let me have you now."
Jack raised above her and settled to the braced cradle she had made of her legs. He paused, then lurched forward
Bea hollered out as she received him, screamed both the hurt and the pleasure of the loss of her virginity. And then she settled into the act of giving and receiving as if she were mature and had been making love most of her life. Their bodies spun together, crashed, crunched close and paused, then separated, then smacked together in a series of hard slaps, then moved slowly again.
And Bea, un-like her mother, had thoughts for nothing but the next contact, touch, movement, variation of that movement and the great, great sensation that was building within her.
When she had been taken as high and as far as she could go-as far as the boy could go too-she wheezed a long, eerie call, then began the hard thrusting motion that would carry her over the high peak she had reached.
As her emotions burst and she started on the roller-coaster descent of thrill, she screamed and her cries mixed with the heavy, exiting groan of the boy. They remained close together, still in the position of love. They rested. Then, the boy being young and strong, restored in vigor and moved again. So did Bea. And soon they were on a new journey to the never, never land of wondrous sexual thrill. This time they traveled the road slower, more practiced, and in a lingering way that allowed each of them to feel and react to the slightest movement from the other. And Bea reacted to both the thud of him within her and to his hands kneading at her breasts. And finally as they ascended and descended the scale of thrill again, she reacted to the tight clamp of his mouth against hers as their tongues sought to catch up with the rioting race of their bodies.
This was Bea's first time. It initiated her into the sex her mother had always known, the sex that had unconsciously been permitted by her parent's own permissiveness. And it marked a regular pattern of the fourteen year old girl's life.
When Bea turned fifteen, she began to dream of freedom. She did not know exactly what kind of freedom she wanted for her mother was permissive about her child's activities, too. But there was a restlessness within the child that demanded outlet-more than she was obtaining from her sexual activities several times a week.
It was at this time that Bea met a middle-aged friend of her mother's paramour. He seemed very rich and very business-like. He asked if he might take her to dinner one night. She was undecided, perhaps sensing that there was something wrong, or at least something different about her dating a mature-man. She asked her mother what she thought.
"Go with him, dear, have a good time," Lydia told her. "Older men are charming-I'm sure you'll find him very, very attentive."
Bea did. The man seduced her in the front seat of his car, although it could hardly be called a seduction since Bea consented, indeed, even encouraged the act.
When they were finished, the man made a proposition. He had contacts that could use a girl such as Bea. Then he explained about the syndicate operated prostitution ring which had a special section for young girls. It offered Bea the opportunity for money, travel, expensive clothing and the freedom she desired. She accepted without a second thought.
Cases such as Bea's are not unusual, authorities claim. Neither is the mother-permissiveness which initiates sexual acts for the child before she is ready for them.
"We have to start with the mothers before we can truly influence the child," says a prominent psychologist. "The seductive permissiveness of mothers is at an all time high today. Some of it is the wish for status, some of it's caused by the mother's own problems, but whatever the cause, there is no doubt that many mothers are actively provoking their daughters to sexual activity years before they are ready for it. And, in reviewing the cases of the so-called Baby-Pros, I cannot help but feel that many of them entered prostitution because of the early permissiveness of their mothers-if not actual, at least subconscious permissiveness which has the same effect on an innocent child."