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 The Coal Miner's Son

   I am a psychiatrist and, as the law requires, have kept case notes on
all my clients.  Some cases are more interesting than others and some of
them I publish to inform the public about the types of issues that I feel
are in need of treatment and those that I do not believe need help.

   All patient's names have been changed and I have also worked to protect
my own identity - if anyone does discover who I am I will NOT communicate
or respond to any emails about these cases.

   We always expected dad to die in the mine or from black lung or from a
rock fall but that's not what happened - he was run over by a delivery
truck and that changed our world.

   I was sixteen at the time and ended up being the oldest male in the
family.  There were no pensions in those days but a whip around the mine
raised eighteen pounds, eleven shillings, nine pence and a halfpenny enough
to keep the six of us going for three weeks if we were very careful.  Note
- Weekly wage 1951 7 pounds, 5 shillings a week.

   Things changed quickly after dad was killed.

   Mom pulled me aside within days and told me l had to find work to keep
the family.  There aren't a lot of jobs in a coal mining town even the mine
can only hire a limited number of people.  Any other work was either with a
local business such as the butcher or Grocers but they were mostly run by
the families that owned them and they used their own children.  Other than
that there was sometimes casual work with the local council but that was
piece work with no chance of bringing in a regular pay packet.

   Another change was that mom now treated me as the male head of the house
and expected me to do any fixing, mending, plumbing, and any of the other
tasks that dad used to do but it was not a problem because Michael - my
younger brother - and l had been helping dad since we kids and we both knew
how to do what needed to be done.

   The other big change was that l was moved out of the children's bedroom
into mom and dads room where l started to share the bed with mom.  This
made a big difference to the other children as my oldest sister, the one l
used to share the single bed with started to share with Michael and the
next oldest ended up with a bunk bed on her own and no longer had to share.

   I guess l should tell you a bit more about us.  My name is Thomas but
everyone calls me Tom.  Mom's name is Peggy, my oldest sister is called
Sal, next is Michael, then Mary, and Anne who is only six years old.

   I visited the pit boss to see if there was work to be had and there were
a few jobs available and given l was the son of a miner l get to choose.  I
decided to get a job in the office as the office boy.  I had my reasons and
the big one was that l'd rather work above ground where it was safer than
down the pit, there were better chances of advancement, and the company
would help me study to become an accountant so l could be more valuable. 
If l got my certificate my pay would also go up.  The pay wasn't as good as
dads had been but if we were careful we'd get through.

   It was strange sleeping with mom at first.  Although l has slept with
Sal before l'd gotten used to that but mom was - well she was MOM - if you
know what l mean?  We developed a ritual.  Mom would go in first and change
into her nightdress and get into bed.  Then l'd go in and change into my
sleeping shorts and then l'd get in as well.  We slept back to back and
woke up in the morning in the same positions.  The bed was wider than the
one l used to share with Sal so it was a lot easier to get a good nights
sleep.

   My new job was easy.  I had to learn how to file paperwork - there is a
lot more of that than most people might think.  I also made the tea, ran
messages back and fro from the pit head and the office, to and from the pit
boss, package things that had to go out, open boxes and letters and deliver
them to the staff they were addressed to.  Easy work but there was a lot of
learning to do in the early days.  I enrolled in the local branch of the
Mechanics Institute to learn accounting.  It turned out that l was pretty
good with numbers so that wasn't that bad.

   Things at home were okay.  Sal, Michael and Mary went to school every
day during the week and Anne stayed home with mom.  I went to work six days
a week and attended the MI two evenings a week and studied at home before
the evening meal after which we all went up to bed.

   We got back into our regular routine and it seemed that we'd got our old
lives back and the only difference was that dad was no longer with us.

   Nothing changed very much for a few months.  We all got along really
well just as we always had.  We always ate well as mom was very careful
with the things she spent money on - l would give mom my unopened pay
packet every Friday when l got home.  Most of the food we ate was very
filling - stews, with suet, potatoes, thick gravey, and lots of bread.  We
thrived on meals like these.  Breakfast was mostly bread and butter maybe
with a small slab of cheese and great mugs of hot sweet tea.

   At first l didn't notice that mom no longer turned over when l changed
into my sleeping shorts but l got used to that and didn't think anything
more about it.  Then she insisted that as the head of the household she
would make sure to give me my weekly wash as she'd given dad his daily wash
when he got home from working down the pit.  We all had to leave the
kitchen when mom washed dad and the same happened when mom washed me.  No
one else in the family seemed to notice or care.  They just accepted it as
natural.  So did l.

   I must admit it felt wonderful having mom scrub me all over with soap
and hot water.  She'd clean everything, my back, legs, stomach, head and
face.  My arms would get a good clean, my ears - inside and out.  My
backside and she'd also clean between my legs, my 'tackle' which, and she'd
wash my penis running soap covered hands up and down the shaft and pull my
foreskin back and wash there as well.  This caused a lot of embarrassment
on my part as l'd always get an erection.  At first l'd try to cover it
with my hands, and turn away from mom but she said it was natural and that
the same used to happen to dad when she washed him.  So l stopped being
embarassed and just enjoyed it and it felt really good.  However, it did
cause me a few problems because it was soon after that l started to
masturbate.  I'd rub my cock just like mom would when she cleaned my penis
when l got my bath.  It felt wonderful.

   The biggest problem is that when you live in a small house it's hard to
find any privacy and you need to find a place where you can make sure that
your penis cream can be hidden away and that almost always means the toilet
or somewhere where no one can see and those places are very rare in a small
town like ours.

   I found that l needed to masturbate about eight to ten or more times
every day.  In the office l'd go to the toilet a lot just to masturbate, at
home l'd visit the toilet a lot as well.  On Sundays after church l'd tell
mom l was off to have a long walk in the countryside out of town.  I'd lay
in the grass and masturbate time and time again.  It seemed like l couldn't
get enough.  The pleasure that came from masturbation was the most
incredible sensation l'd ever felt in my life.  It was an addiction l'm
sure.

   One side-effect of masturbating is that l would get erections at the
most inconvenient times.  Walking through the office, sitting at the dinner
table, sitting in the front room with the rest of the family sitting around
so l couldn't stand up and go anywhere while the erection lasted.  I think
mom guessed what was going on because l used to press my hands onto my
crutch when l was hard.

   Remember l mentioned l started to get erections when mom was washing me.
I couldn't help it!  Mom seemed to take little notice at first and the only
thing she would say was, 'l see you're growing up!' I had no idea what she
meant other than to assume that getting erections was something that
happened as you got older.

   Well, as is to be expected; Mom sort of caught me.  I was masturbating
in the outside toilet and mom needed to go as well.  She must have heard me
grunting and groaning with pleasure as she stood outside the toilet waiting
for me to leave.  She said nothing until the next Sunday at bath time.  She
washed me as she normally did but when she got to my crutch she started to
talk about what she'd heard while waiting for me to leave the toilet.

   She came right out and asked me if l was playing with my cock, did cream
come out, and did it feel good?  I admitted that l did play with myself a
lot and that l couldn't get enough of it.  She didn't say anything but she
did start to masturbate me in earnest and kept going until l creamed.  It
was even better than when l did it to myself.  I thought that mom would
stop but she didn't.  I don't get soft after l've creamed the first, second
or third time in a row and sometimes l can do it about six or seven times
one after the other before l'd start to get soft.  Please remember l was
young then!

   Mom kept on going until l was soft that first time.  I guess she wanted
to see how many times l could cream before l'd had enough.  I don't
remember how many times l creamed but l know it was a lot.  Mom was really
red in the face when she finished and l imagined it was because she'd been
working hard to get me to cream that many times but l was only partially
right.  Mom finished by handing me the towel and telling me to finish
drying myself but she needed to go upstairs to our bedroom for a while.  I
found out a few days later that she'd gone to the bedroom to masturbate
because she was so frustrated by her lack of sex since dad died.

   Later that night my life changed again.  It changed a lot.

   Everything went as normal.  I waited outside the bedroom while mom got
into her nightdress and into bed.  Then, as usual, mom called me in.  I
started to change as l normally did with mom watching me but l started to
remember my wash and started to get erect.  She told me not to bother
getting into my sleeping shorts and for the first time pulled the
bedclothes open inviting me into bed while still looking at my crutch this
time.  My erection got even harder and my cock got bigger and every time my
heart beat it would jerk up a bit and then relax a bit before jerking up
again.  I noticed that mom was naked and hadn't worn her nightdress.

   For the first time l saw a naked woman.  I'd seem my sisters naked but
they weren't women they were girls and there is a big difference.  Sal has
small little breasts and the other girls didn't have any at all.  Mom's
breasts were a lot larger.  Not very big but bigger and they weren't very
firm but they looked really nice.  She also has light brown around her
nipples whereas my sisters were very pale pink.

   I slipped into bed next to mom and she pulled me close and put her head
on my shoulder as l lay on my back.  She just snuggled into me and asked me
to hug her which l did.  It felt really nice.  Sort of warm, inviting,
comfortable, and a very strong feeling of togetherness like when she would
hug me when l was younger.

   We remained silent and just continued hugging for a while.  Then mom
started to talk.  She said that now l was a grown man and that it was time
for me to become the Real Man of the House.  She also said that she would
teach me everything l would need to know.  She said that the first thing l
needed to know is that women also feel the same pleasure that l did when
they masturbate - l had never even imagined that was possible for women to
maturbate and it came as a real surprise to me.  I asked mom if she
masturbated and she told me she had started to masturbate as a very young
girl at about the age of five or six.  That stunned me as l knew l hadn't
started until l was about fourteen or fifteen.  So now l know that my two
eldest sisters, Sal and Mary, probably had been masturbating before l even
knew anything about it.  That came as a surprise as well.  Given that Anne,
the youngest, was already six it's possible she was masturbating as well. I
found out from Sal that when she masturbated it was nothing like what l did
- Sal would squeeze her thighs together until she got this warm feeling in
her stomach.  Not much in the way of maturbating in my book.

   Mom asked me if l'd like to see how a woman masturbates and l said l'd
love to.  Mom pulled the bed covers off completely and rolled onto her
back. I moved away a bit to give her room and propped myself up so l could
see what she was going to do.  She put one hand between her legs after she
had opened them quite widely and started to move her fingers in a gentle
rubbing motion and with her other hand she started to gently twist and pull
on a nipple.  She turned her head towards me and looked at me looking at
her.

   It was obvious that something was happening.  Mom started to breathe
more deeply and faster.  Her legs would bend and then straighten in spasms,
her fingers moved faster, she pulled and twisted her nipple harder.  She
started to groan and l noticed that her fingers were disappearing between
her legs and were wet.  Her movements got faster and faster and then she
started to 'shudder' and 'jerk about' just as l did when l creamed.

   I was stunned and totally amazed by what l had witnessed.  Women had the
same experiences that l though only l could have.  This open up a whole new
world for me.  Mom and l could masturabte together and share these
wonderful feelings.  How incredible!

   It took a while before mom stopped gasping, let go of her tortured
nipple and pulled her wet fingers from between her legs.  She turned and
looked at me and asked me what l thought about what l had seen.  I told her
it was fantastic and that l had got very excited watching her cream.  She
gave me a gentle smile and said that she got very excited when she made me
cream as well.

   We held hands, and looked into each others eyes for a long time.  I was
thinking about what we would be experiencing in the coming days and then
mom asked me what l was thinking.  I told her that l was thinking about -
that we could watch each other cream and that we could both do it at the
same time and that maybe she could teach me how to make her cream as she
did to me.  She told me that all of those things we would be doing but that
there was more - much more.

   With the bedclothes still pulled back mom opened her legs again and told
me to look at her body.  I got out of bed and moved to her side and looked
closely at her breasts.  They, as l said before, were much larger than my
sisters and softer.  I asked if l could touch them and mom nodded.  I used
just one hand and gently touched her breast.  It was soft but also firm -
sort of like by bum cheeks.  Her nipples stuck up about as long as the tip
of my little finger and they felt quite firm.  I cupped her breast in one
of my hands as best as l could but it was bigger than one hand could hold.
I gently pulled on the nipple as l had seem mom do when she was playing
with herself and she gave a gentle moan and closed her eyes.  I continued
doing that for a while and mom started to breathe more deeply and moan
louder so l stopped because l had a lot more to explore.  She gave a small
whimper of regret when l released her nipple - but l was happy as l had
learned something about my mom and what gave her pleasure.

   Moms legs were now stretched out straight and closed.  I touched the
inside of her knee and she slowly open her legs quite wide.  The female sex
is rather strange looking the first time you see it.  The entrance to the
vagina looks like an open wound surrounded by dark brown hair - just so you
know mom has dark brown hair.  Her stomach was wrinkled and l guess that
after having the children she had had that wasn't very surprising but it
was something l didn't expect.  I though her skin would be the same as my
sisters skin but No!

   I didn't know what to do so l just looked for a while.  I think mom must
have realised that l was a bit confused so she reached down and pulled her
lips open so l could see more.  Now l could see the entrance and she put a
finger inside herself and told me that l had been born through there. 
Another shock.  How could something the size of a newborn fit through there
l though to myself.  I noticed that inside she was wet, like inside her and
my mouthes.  She then pulled her lips apart near the top and with one
finger flicked what looked like a tiny finger.  She told me that was where
most of a woman's pleasure came from.  She also told me that doing almost
anything to that little thing would make any woman cream.  This was very
interesting.  I asked if l could feel it.  Mom nodded.

   I, very gently, touched it while mom continued to hold her lips open.  I
continued just touching for a while.  Mom asked me to move my finger up and
down a bit which l did.  Mom told me it felt good and to try a few other
things.  Like flicking it with my finger.  So l did exactly that.  After
about the fourth or fifth flick mom started to moan and her legs started to
shudder.  I then knew that mom would cream if l continued so l stopped. 
She made a sound like she was disappointed but lots more to find out and l
didn't want her to cream and lose interest.

   I asked mom to open her lips wide again so l could see her hole and l
asked her if it hurt her.  She gave a little gentle laugh and told me it
didn't hurt at all but instead was another great source of pleasure for a
woman, especially if something thick and round was pushed and pulled in and
out of it - something like a hard thick cock and with that she gently
grasped my still hard cock and pulled her hand up and down on it.  I was
starting to understand.

   So there was something else we could do.  I could push my cock in and
out of mom's vagina and it would make her cream just like pulling her
nipples and flicking her little finger.  This whole thing was just getting
better and better.  There were so many different thing we could do to give
each other pleasure - lots of pleasure.

   I asked mom if l could push my cock into her but she told me l couldn't
because my cream inside her could make a baby and she didn't want that. 
She said we could do that when she'd made some preparations - what
'preparations' she meant l had no idea.

   The problem that confronted me was that l had a raging hard cock that
was bubbling cream out of the top and l didn't know what to do.  I told mom
and she gave me a little smile and said that she could masturbate me or she
could help me cream in another way if l wanted.  I was curious and asked
her what the 'other way' was.  She rolled over on her side facing away from
the bed and with her finger told me to get out of bed and walk around to
stand next to her face up near the top of the bed.  She reached out when l
was close enough and gently grasped my cock and then pointed at her mouth.
I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do.  She told me to put my hard cock
into her mouth but l was a bit unsure.  She told me that her mouth was
almost the same as her hole when it came to sex but with no chance of
getting a baby.

   I moved closer, when she opened her mouth and with a hand on one of my
ass cheeks guided me closer to the edge of the bed as with her other hand
she guided my cock towards her mouth.  Just before l entered her she told
me to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth but not to go too deep.

   It felt like heaven.  Within a few seconds of the first inch or so
inside and with moms tongue sliding all over the head l creamed.  I
expected mom to choke but she just swallowed - l couldn't believe it.  She
looked up at me, and with her mouth still full of cock asked me if l liked
it and would l like to try it again.  I remember just nodding my head and
starting to thrust in and out as she had said.  I didn't last much longer
this time either and creamed into moms mouth again.  She pulled my cock out
of her mouth and told me that my cream tasted very nice and that it felt
good to have a hard cock to play with again.

   I asked her if l could cream in her mouth again and she said that would
be fine but we'd do it differently this time.  She told me to lay back down
on the bed with my, still hard cock, pointing at the ceiling.  Mom crouched
above me with her head over my cock and took it into her mouth again.  She
then started to bob her head up and down swallowing my cock into her throat
- l know this was true because l watched for a little while and saw all of
my cock disappear into her mouth.  It also felt different when it was in
her throat - it was quite tight and the feelings were even better because
of that.  I couldn't watch her for too long because l felt so good.  It was
amazing when all l had to do was lay there while mom made me cream.  The
best so far.

   I had creamed about six or seven times but mom had only got the first
one when she showed me how she could cream as well.  I wanted to help her
enjoy herself as much as l had so l asked her if l could try to help her
and she said that of course l could and that l could think of anything and
to just ask her if it was okay.

   I remembered how she had reacted when l had played with her little
finger so l started there.

   Mom rolled onto her back and opened her legs.  I sat between them and
she opened her lips.  Gently l started to rub her little finger and soon
she started to moan and breathe deeply.  I knew she had creamed when l saw
her shudder, and pull her legs closed - gently not hard or forcefully.  I
kept my hand there and after a while mom open her legs again.  I started to
do the same thing and after a little longer mom creamed again.  After she
had relaxed l started again and this time it took quite a bit longer for
mom to relax and l noticed that each cream was giving her more pleasure
that the last.  I guessed this because she'd moaned louder and writhed for
longer before she would relax.  I was fascinated by her reactions.  I
wanted to see how many creams she could have before she couldn't have any
more.  So l started to flick harder and faster - mom creamed quickly again
and it seemed better for her than the earlier gentler ones.  This went on
for a long time - l'd say about two or so hours.  Mom just kept on
creaming. Towards the end l was digging my finger nails into and even
yanking on her little finger.  Finally she, between gulps of breath, asked
me to stop.

   She told me that she had never come to a place where she would stop
creaming if she was played with enough.  What she was worried about was
that if we continued l'd probably cause an injury to her little finger and
that neither of us would want that.  She was right - l didn't want anything
to happen to her little finger at all - EVER!

   I need to let you know about something that happened a few weeks later
while l was making mom cream.  Mom had started to make quite a bit of noise
as l'm sure you can understand.  Well after mom started to get noisy Sal
came and knocked on the bedroom door and asked if everything was alright. I
told her that everything was fine but that mom had a bad cramp and that l
was trying to get rid of it.  Sal just open the door and walking right in
while mom was totally naked on the bed, her legs wide open with me siting
between them with my hard cock jutting up from between my legs.  Mom was
shaking, panting, steating, and groaning in pleasure as, her soaking wet
lips were spread open by the fingers of one of my hands while the finger of
the other were tugging on her little finger and there was Sal standing
right next to me watching everything.

   I had no idea what to do so l stopped and started to rub moms thighs. 
Sal said nothing and just kept watching as mom started to relax and stop
moaning, and shaking.  She must have heard the exchange between Sal and l
because as she caught her breath she thanked me for helping her get over
the cramps.

   Sal left a few minutes later apparently satisfied that everything was
alright after mom had calmed down completely, other than for the flushed
face.  l'd covered her up with the bed clothes and told Sal that she'd be
okay now.

   After Sal had gone mom and l talked quietly for a while and had a bit of
a laugh about our near miss but that didn't stop us from continuing but
with mom better in control of her moans.  Like l said mom came many many
more times than l did every night - thank God it was a Saturday and l
didn't need to go to work the next day.

   I woke up the next morning with my naked mother next to me and l
remembered everything - l felt wonderful.  A whole new world had opened up
before me over the last few weeks.  A world of sensations l could never
have imagined just a little while ago.

   I rolled over and cupped one of moms breasts and gently kneaded it as l
normally did each morning after we'd start playing with each other.  She
woke up and rolled towards me and gave me a kiss on the lips and called me
her 'man'.  I felt very proud.  As usual in the mornings l was erect again
but mom took care of that with her mouth while l lay back on the bed with
my cock standing stiff as an iron rod.

   Later we all dressed and went to mid-morning mass.  Mom went to
confession but l didn't just like l hadn't for a few weeks now as l wasn't
willing to lie to Father Jones or confess either.  I talked to mom about
this issue and she told me l had nothing to confess because we were family
and what happened within a God Fearing family was never sinful if done with
love.  It was many years later that l discovered that mom had been rather
liberal in her interpretation of the scriptures but by then l was no longer
a believer so everything turned out fine.  I continued for many years never
mentioning anything that happened in our house to any off my confessors.

   After church most Sundays all the children and l went off for a walk in
the hills that surrounded our village.  It's a very beautiful place.  Hills
covered in thick clumps of tight vegetation in places, sparse grasses and
lots of rocks that can be a real pleasure to sit on summer days as the
rocks become warm and wonderful.  We left baby at home so there were only
four of us.  Full of energy, the joy of just being alive, and the simple
pleasures of the countryside.

   We had taken a small packed snack for later in the day.  Mom wasn't at
all worried for us because we had grown up walking these hills and were
careful and safe.  Around two o'clock we sat down and opened the wrapped up
food.  It was no different to what we had been given a few hundred times
before - thick bread buttered with scrapings from the frying pan.  It has a
very unique taste and texture but does make for a great sandwich.

   Sal went off from the rest of us just a little way and sat on a large
flat rock.  A little while later she lay back flat on the rock as if she
was suning herself.  Her head was towards us with her legs pointing down
into the valley.  A little while later she raised herself on the rock and
turned towards us and called me over.  I stoop up and told the kids l was
just going to talk to Sal and to not move away too far.  I stood and headed
towards Sal who had laid back down.

   When l got close l noticed that Sal had pulled her dress up over her
stomach, and had her fingers between her legs.  She was also moaning
gently, and deeply flushed.  As soon as l saw what she was doing l stopped
dead in my tracks and just watched her.  She must have known l was close by
because she grunted out a few words asking me to come closer.  I moved
nearer quite slowly while looking back to make sure none of the children
were following me.

   I had been right.  Sal wasn't wearing any underwear - which to be honest
wasn't unusually for any of the children in the village - and she was
moving her fingers very fast between her legs.  She creamed within a few
seconds of me reaching her.  She pulled her dress down to cover herself and
sat up then turned to face me.  To say l was stunned wouldn't express how l
actually felt.

   She patted the rock next to her indicating that l should sit.  As l
started to sit down l started to asked her what she thought she was doing
but she stopped me by raising her hand towards me palm out and asked me to
just sit down.

   She started by telling me that as soon as she entered mom and my bedroom
she knew what we had been doing.  I started to protest but she asked me to
wait until she had finished before l said anything - so l closed my mouth
and sat next to her.  What she told me was a bit of a shock.  Sal was just
turning fourteen and she told me she'd been 'playing' with her 'thingy' for
more than seven or eight years and that she recognised exactly what was
happening to mom when she saw her shuddering and moaning because that's
what happened to her as well.

   I couldn't really grasp what she had just told me.  Here l was a couple
of years older than her, l'd only just started having these feelings and
the erections and she tells me she's been doing this since she was six or
seven.  It took while for me to grasp it all.  Once l'd got control of
myself l asked Sal what she was going to do now that she knew.  Her
response was, 'What are you going to do?' I'll never forget those words
because l had no idea what she was implying.  I asked her what she meaning
by that and she responded by saying that she wanted me to play with her
like l played with mom because she was tired of doing it by herself,
because the other girls in school had told her that it felt a lot better
when someone else did it, and that she'd been listening at our bedroom door
for a while touching herself and having a 'jitter' every now and again but
she knew that mom was having much better ones because of the noises she was
making and that Sal wanted me to do the same for her.

   She asked how long mom and l had been 'touching like that' and l told
her that it hadn't been very long.  She also told me that she'd seem my
'thing' and that it looked very big and much bigger than the other boys in
school.  She said that when she saw it hard like that it sent jitters
through her stomach and that she wanted to see it again and to touch it. 
She asked if l could show it to her right there.

   I looked back at the others and saw that they seemed to be quite happily
playing together so l sat on Sal's rock and unbuttoned my trousers and
pulled out my cock and balls.  Sal seemed very disappointed and she
mentioned that it wasn't hard like before and was that because she wasn't
beautiful like mom?  I told her that that wasn't why it wasn't hard.  It
wasn't hard because what she had told me was a bit of a shock and that my
cock needed to be touched or played with or that l needed to see something
that would excite me first.  Sal asked me what l or both of us could do to
help me get hard.  I suggested that she could stroke it and that might
help. So she moved closer, l lay down on my back and she very gently lifted
my cock up in one of her hands.  Nothing happen and Sal started to sob and
said that now she knew she was ugly and that's why l wasn't getting hard. I
told her the only problem is that she wasn't doing it right and that she
was one of the most beautiful girls in the world.  I gently removed her
hand and showed her how l masturbated.  I started to get hard and Sal
slapped my hand away and took over.  She pulled my foreskin down and slowly
masturbated me.  I got as hard as l ever get and she continued to stroke
me. I told her that if she didn't stop l'd cream and she told me that her
girlfriends had told her all about that.  She kept going and true to my
word l creamed all over her hand.  She laughed with glee and clapped her
hands in joy.  But as usually l was still hard.

   She asked what else she could do and l told her nothing right now but
that we, instead, had things we needed to talk about.

   She calmed down and then came out with what she wanted.  She wanted me
to do to her what l did to mom - not everyday but maybe on our Sunday walks
and she wanted to make me hard so she'd get those flutters in her stomach
which made her feel wonderful and all 'jittery' and she wanted to make me
cream and she wanted for us to do it Sundays when we're up in the hills.

   I though about the idea for quite a while and Sal knew l was thinking
hard about it so she sat their quietly as well.  I decided that l'd be
happy to do what she asked.  She's a very pretty girl, full of life,
energy, and joy and why shouldn't we both get what pleasure we can out of
life?

   Once l'd made my decision l told her what it was and she smiled and then
jumped up and gave me this amazing hug and a kiss on the lips because we
were now girlfriend and boyfriend.  That shook me for a second and then l
realised it was just little girl talk.

   Sal asked me if we could start right away.  I agreed and said it would
be fine.

   My cock had softened while we'd been talking and l'd been thinking but
now l had lost all my doubts about what we had agree too.

   My cock was still out of my trousers, and under Sal,s dress was her
naked stomach, legs and other interesting bits.  I suggested she turn her
body towards me and open her legs and l'd do the same.  Then we would move
closer together as that way she can play with my cock and l could play with
her bits.

   Sal got straight into it and within less than a minute l was hard again
but l was determined not to cream too quickly as l had things to do and
needed to concentrate and be careful.  I started by gently rubbing her
nipples through her dress.  I would have liked to tug on her nipples but
she didn't have any - they arrived a few years later.  Sal seemed to really
enjoy it.  She shuddered every now and again, she'd lean forward and rest
her head on my chest very softly and utter these gentle moans.

   I moved one hand between her legs and found that she was as wet down
there as mom ever gets so l very carefully felt around for her little
finger.  I think l must have found it because she gave a massive shudder
and grabbed by cock hard.  I, very very gently, continued to stroke her
breast and the 'spot' l had found.  Within a few seconds she started to
shake and vibrate her whole body.  Her mouth hung open, her head was flung
back, and her eyes started to stare directly into mine.  That's when l
though that l'd see what was possible so l took the hand off her breast and
put it behind her back so she wouldn't fall backwards and l used my other
finger to find her hole.  It wasn't easy to find but Sal seemed more than
happy with my exploration as she still held her mouth agape, head back, and
staring into my eyes pose.  So when l did find the centre of her womanhood
l slowly put pressure on her hole and felt my finger enter her.  I only
push it in about an inch and then l started to move it around and pulled
and pushed it in and out.

   Sal seemed to faint for a second as she closed her eyes but then she
started to shake in earnest, she open her eyes and looked straight into my
eyes again and growled from deep inside her chest.  I gripped her even
tighter and drew her into a very close embrace while she continued to cream
herself.  I could feel my whole hand getting soaked by her juices.  More
than mom.  After close to three or four minutes l stopped touching her and
she slowly came back, stopped shaking, turned her eyes away and rolled
away. She held onto one of my hands and took it with her.  She fell asleep.

   I checked on the other children, they were fine but l realised that it
was about time we headed home.  It took a while for me to get Sal into a
fit state to stand up and start the downhill trip home.  Once she had
recovered a bit more she told me that she hadn't got me to cream while l
was touching her and that she still needed to 'finish me off'.  I didn't
take very much notice at first but on the way home she wanted us all to
stop for a little while as she had to show me something in a nearby copse.
She told the others to stay where they were until be got back and that we
wouldn't be long.

   Once we were out of sight she asked me to unbutton my trousers and get
my cock out.  She proceeded to masturbate me until l creamed again.  We
headed back to the children and headed home.  On the way Sal told me that
she had never imagined that such pleasure was possible and that she
couldn't wait for what would happen next Sunday.

   We arrived home a little bit late and mom let us know that she wasn't
happy because dinner had been ready about twenty minutes ago and she had
had to keep it warm.  We apologized and within minutes all was forgotten
and forgiven.

   Later that night mom told me that she had 'taken care of things' and
that she would now teach me how to have 'proper' sex.

   As the family expected mom went up to bed first but this time she asked
me to wait about an extra ten minutes with the rest of the family before
coming up to bed.  So l stayed talking together and after about another ten
minutes said my good nights and headed of to go to spend some time with mom
however, Sal followed me and cornered me on the staircase.  She rubbed the
front of my trousers and gave me a kiss on the lips and whispered that l
needed to remember to save her some for next Sunday and then she went back
downstairs.

   I was starting to get hard just thinking about what mom and l were going
to be doing that night.  I went in and there was mom naked laying on top of
the bed well into playing with herself and getting very close to creaming.
I undressed quickly and joined her.  I caught the nipple she wasn't
torturing in between my teeth and gave her these small little bites that l
had found out sent her over the top - l wasn't disappointed as she creamed
almost straight away.

   I was very hard by now and l got off the bed and pushed my cock gently
against her lips.  She smiled and opened her mouth to take my first load of
cream of the night.  But l was really wanting to find out what it felt to
have proper sex with mom.  As usual, l was still hard after that first
creaming and l now wanted the real thing as l'm sure mom did as well.

   I told her l was ready and asked her if she was as well.  She nodded her
head and opened her legs wide.  The motioned for me to move between her
legs and with one hand grabbed my cock while she told me to move further up
the bed and lower my hips.  I could feel that she also used her other hand
to open her lips.  I felt the head of my cock touch her moist vaginal lips.
Mom moved by cock up and down her lips feeling for her hole and once she
found it she told me to push slowly forward which l did.  Her insides felt
amazing.  Even when only an inch was inside l knew this was different to
anything else we had done and felt just as good as the best of mom sucking
my cream out and swallowing it.

   Mom asked me to go slow but l knew that would be very hard to do and l
told her that.  She said all she needed was a few seconds to make sure it
was alright and then we'd see.  So, as carefully as l could l eased my cock
into my mom.  She moved a little once and got a quick look of pain but that
passed very quickly.  Further in l felt a swelling inside her a little to
the side and the pressure from that made me have a shuddering cream right
there.

   Mom knew what had happened and asked me to lay still for a little while
and we could start again.  So l waited for a while until the sensations
started up again but now mom asked me to start to thrust myself in and out
of her as fast as l wanted too because it was all okay.  My next cream
happened almost immediately and the same with the one after that.  It
seemed that every time the head of my cock hit the lump inside mom l would
cream.  Finally after about five creams l had to stop because l was going
crazy.  I couldn't stop creaming inside mom.  But l knew that mom hadn't
creamed at all.  Mind you l understood as it had only taken me about two
minutes to have all those creams and that amount of touching wasn't enough
for mom and l knew that.

   As l rolled off mom she asked me why l had stopped so l told her about
the lump inside and the effect it was having on me.  She gave a gentle
laugh and said that the lump was called a Dutch Cap and that is what stops
her from getting another child and that she had to wear it every time we
had proper sex.  There was nothing l could say but agree.

   I knew that l could still help mom cream but maybe not with my cock
inside her.  But l could still use her hole because the creams felt so good
to me and all she'd need to do is wear her cap.  On the nights when there
was no cap we still had a lot of things we could do.

   But l was still thinking of mom and that maybe she wanted me to have
proper sex with her so she could cream that way like me?  I asked about it
and she told me that there are other ways to fill her hole and have her
cream like that as she loved doing.  She said that creaming with her hole
filled with a cock and having it thrust in and out was the best way to
cream for her.

   I asked her what we could do then because it seemed that l wouldn't be
able to give her the pleasure she wanted.  But she said we could keep
trying and that maybe l'd become less sensitive to the 'lump'.  It was
worth trying but l never did become less sensitive to the 'lump'.  We tried
for over a month every night.  Time and time again we would have sex and l
would keep going until l was utterly exhausted.  My sleep started to
suffer, my cock felt like it was bruised and l'm sure it was, l was almost
falling asleep at work and my concentration was gone.  The pit boss asked
me if l was sick one day and l told him there were a few problems at home
but they were being sorted out and l'd be fine within a few days.  He told
me they better be sorted otherwise they would have to let me go.  That was
a very serious issue and l discussed it with mom when l got home from work
that same day.

   We decided that we'd have to find another solution that would satisfy
mom and give her the hard cock she craved for and mom said she already had
a solution but that she had decided to try the real sex first.  To say that
l was curious would be to understate how l felt so l asked mom what her
solution was.  She led me into the bedroom and told me to get a box out of
the bottom of the cupboard.  There was a cardboard box there.  It wasn't
old in fact it looked quite new.  I laid it on the bed as mom asked me too
and then she told me the story about her and dad.

   It seems that mom loved nothing more than a big hard cock inside her
sliding in and out to give her the best and most powerful creams she ever
had.  But as dad got older he could get hard as often as he did when he was
younger and mom started to crave the sex she was missing out on.  This was,
as you can imagine, all news to me.  I'd never even know about sex let
alone thought about my mother and father having it.  I still hadn't really
thought about it even when mom and l had started helping each other cream.

   Mom and dad had discussed a few ways of helping mom get the cock she
wanted.  It seems that one of the things they disgusted was asking the
husband of a close female friend of moms if they could ask him to have sex
with mom but mom wasn't very keen and it turned out that neither was dad.
After a while it seems that they both came to the same conclusion which was
to try out an artificial cock.  They agreed to at least try and they talked
about how they could find or make one.

   Dad hit on the idea of making one out of wood.  Cut the shape out of a
lump of good hard wood, then smooth it down so there is no chance of
getting any splinters and then finally rub it down with a good non-toxic
oil.  Dad chose to use apricot oil.  He made one for mom and showed her so
she tried using it but there were a couple of problems she told me.  It
wasn't thick enough because after five children she'd really like a penis
that was quite a bit thicker and it needed a grip on the end that mom could
grasp to use it.  While she was reaching the end of telling me all this she
opened the box and pulled out her cock wrapped in brown paper.  It looked
very big - much bigger than my cock that's for sure.

   Slowly mom unwrapped it and it was big.  I'd say about fourteen to
sixteen inches long including the grip that took up about four inches.  It
seem to be very thick as well - about as thick as a very large radish - say
four inches.  I was stunned by this artificial penis and asked mom how she
ever got to push it up insider herself.  She said that after having five
children she would have liked it if it was even wider.  That quickly shut
me up.

   She asked me if, like my dad before me, l would be happy to help her use
it?  I told her that if this was what she wanted l'd be happy to help.

   Mom got very agitated and excited once we had settled this whole thing.
That night we decided we would try it out for mom and see if it was still
as wonderful as she remembered.

   The first thing we did that night when we got ready for bed was to get
Thor - mom called it Thor after an ancient hero and l can understand why
she and dad might have had that little joke between them.

   Mom suggested that we start off by me getting creamed about three or
four times so that l didn't get too frustrated when mom was having her
'treatment'.  I agree it was a good idea and mom let me thrust into her
throat and sucked me dry a few times.  Then l played with her until she had
creamed a few times as well and she was wet.  Together we coated Thor with
moms juices and she then lay back on the bed.  We had decided that mom
should be in control of Thor to make sure she was still happy that she
could insert him all the way - l wasn't at all sure that she would be able
too.

   Mom had problems holding Thor steady because he was really very heavy
and she tried to hold him with one hard as she tried to open herself up
with the other so l offered to open her while she worked him in.

   I later found out that dad would use Thor on mom and mom would hold
herself open so dad could get Thor into her and then mom would do nothing
while dad made her cream time and time again.

   Mom opened her legs wider than l had seen before.  Her heels were almost
touching her bottom cheeks and her knees were as wide as she could get
them. l opened her lips and she pointed Thors head at her hole.  It wasn't
easy because mom had problems getting his cock head in so l helped a bit by
holding the head steady at the entrance to her hole.  Once that was set up
mom gently pushed and l could see the head slowly opening mom up as she
pushed down further and further.  Then the head just seemed to pop inside.
Mom gave a big shiver and a big smile and l knew that the first part of the
test was a success.  The head was shaped much like the head of my own cock
with the large flare at the front that works to keep a cock inside a woman
and pulls gently on her lips as it tries to come out.  The head was bigger
than the shaft and when l said four inches that was the shaft.  So if the
head could go in then so should the rest of it and slide in it did.

   Mom slid Thor all the way in until her hand was touching her lips.  She
didn't move for quite a while and l though she wasn't going to do anything
more.  She had this amazing smile on her face and just lay there looking
very happy.  Then she started to pull it out right to where the head seemed
ready to pop out but then she'd slide it back in.  Slowly she picked up the
speed of the thrusts in and out until she creamed about a minute later. 
She now just lay on the bed impaled on Thor, with her arms by her sides,
breathing deeply, juddering with her creaming, and with that same smile.

   I waited and after a couple of minutes touched her hand.  She seems to
wake up from a sleep.  But she still didn't move but she did murmur and
said that he still felt incredible.  She seemed to go back to sleep and l
just sat there watching her and feeling very happy that she had got Thor
back to work.

   Time passed and l touched her hand again and this time she spoke to me.
She asked me to take over control of Thor and to use him until she begged
me to stop.  She said, 'Keep going until l really, really beg you to stop.
It's been a very long time and l need this so much.'

   So l did what mom asked me to do.  I started slowly in and out all the
way.  She had that smile again.  She straightened her legs but quickly bent
them up again and let them fall open as if she'd lost all muscle control. I
though l could do a bit better as l didn't need two hands to manage Thor
like mom did.  So with my spare hand l flicked her little finger.  That
started something because the first time l did that she doubled up and
almost sat straight up.  A bit like Sal she opened her eyes, looked
straight into my eyes, opened her mouth wide in an almost soundless scream
and started to shudder uncontrollably.

   I kept that up until she started to shake her head at me.  She was
unable to talk it seemed but l remembered what mom had said about not
stopping until she really really asked me.  So l didn't stop and kept on
pumping Thor in and out of her steady as a drum beat, and tugging her
little finger in time with the thrusts.  Mom started to struggle but still
no request to stop so l kept going.  I decided to up the beat and started
to thrust Thor in and out faster, that brought another reaction from mom
who now lay flat on her back with her legs loose, and no movements other
than her belly muscles spasming.  Then to see if mom would like it even
more l pushed Thor in deeper and deeper.  Mom was bathed in sweat, she was
creaming it seemed without any pauses in between.  She lay there shaking
like someone with the palsy - uncontrollable shakes but with no energy
behind them - sort of like a leaf vibrating in a strong breeze.

   Mom suddenly reached down and tried to grab Thor, l think to make me
stop, but l pushed her hand away and continued.  I now wanted to see how
much of this mom could actually take but l must admit l was afraid that she
was beyond being able to ask me to stop even in the simplest of ways let
alone, 'Really, really' asking me to stop the thrusting.  But l trusted mom
to know what she was doing and kept going.  About an hour later she
fainted. That's when l decided it had better stop.

   I pulled Thor out of her.  Checked she was still breathing, she was,
covered her with the blanket.  Cleaned up Thor with a bit of rag we'd
brought up just for that purpose, put him back in his box and went
downstairs to make myself a cup of tea.

   While l was waiting in the kitchen for the kettle to boil Mary came down
the stairs to go outside to pee in the loo.  This, as you can imagine, is
not a rare thing in any household with younger children.  About a minute
later she walked back in and sat at the other end of the table with a
serious look on her face.  I gave her a smile and suggested she might want
to go to bed as she had school the next day.  She still sat there and then
asked me if she could ask me a question.  I told her that of course she
could - just so you know Mary was eight at the time.

   Her question started with a statement.  'Sal tells me that when mommy
makes all those noises at night that you're making mommy feel happy.  It
that true?' I was in total confusion.  Why would Sal tell her that and what
could l give as an answer?  For a few seconds l was thinking through a
whole host of possible responses but finally l decided to tell her a
version of the truth but without any details.

   I told Mary that there were times that mommy missed daddy a lot and at
those times l help mom by doing things for her that remind her of daddy
when he was alive and the things l do make her feel better.

   Mary seemed to accept that and sat there for a little while longer
seeming to think my answer through.  Then she asked if she could ask
another question and l said yes as l stood up to pour the boiling water
into my cup.

   'Sal told me all about the things you do to her that make her feel happy
as well.  Are those the things you do for mommy?'

   Now l was panicking.  What exactly had Sal told her?  I had no idea what
Sal may have said but l'm sure it wasn't what we actually did on Sundays up
in the hills.  To give myself a bit of time to think how to respond l
poured the water into my cup, added a spoon of sugar, and stirred it while
slowly returning to the kitchen table.  My mind had latched onto a possible
solution and so what l did was to get Mary to tell me what Sal had told
her.

   Mary opened up and repeated everything that she said Sal had told her.
About Sal playing with my hard cock, about me creaming, about me touching
Sal on her breasts and slit.  About how wonderful it made Sal feel.  About
how we were boyfriend and girlfriend and that one day we'd get married and
have a family of our own - that last bit was news to me but the rest of it
was very familiar.

   It seemed that there was no point in lying to Mary so l told her it was
true but that Sal had not yet asked me to marry her so that may not
actually happen.

   Mary then asked me another question that l hadn't been expecting.  She
wanted to know if next time we went walking in the hills if l would make
her happy as well because sometimes she got sad.  I was again stumped for
an answer and finally suggested she talk it over with Sal and see what she
said about it?

   Mary seemed quite happy with that idea and with a quick, 'l'll do that.'
she walked off back to bed.  After a while and after l finished my tea l
also went back to bed but it wasn't easy to get back to sleep as l wondered
what l should do.

   The next morning mom was in a wonderful mood.  She hugged us all as we
came downstairs for breakfast - she hadn't done that since dad had gone. 
She made me a bigger lunch than usual to take to work.  She smiled a lot
and we even heard her humming an old tune that she used to hum quite at lot
before.  She was obviously very happy.  Sal gave me a look across the
kitchen table and l shrugged my shoulders as if l had no idea what was
going on.

   I had to head off to work before the children headed for school so l
said my goodbyes, picked up my lunch and headed for the front door.  Mom
followed me and before l got to the door and out of sight of the children
she gave me a hug and a long kiss on the lips.  She rubbed her hands down
the front of my trowsers and made an 'O' with her lips and made a faint
sucking sound.  She finished off by saying, 'What you did last night was
wonderful and l want more of it once l've recovered.' I smiled at her and
said 'All you have to do is ask and you and l need to have a talk about Sal
and Mary when l get home.' I then opened the door as she, loud enough for
the children in the kitchen to hear, said, 'Have a good day at work and
l'll see you when you get home.' That's what mom always said to dad as he
left home to head to work.  It actually made me a bit sad because it
reminded me of what we had all lost with dad gone.

   The day was much like any other at work but my acceptance letter
allowing me to sit my introductory accounting admission test came through.
This meant that l could now start working to enter the ranks of management
at the mine as long as l worked hard and could complete the four year
course.  That really made me feel at lot better.

   When l got home l told mom about my acceptance letter and she get very
excited for me.  She gave me another big hug and another kiss.  She seemed
as happy as she was first thing that morning which was lovely to see.  The
children who had gone to school were already home and they all seemed a lot
happier as well.  I found out why they were happy.  It was because mom had
gone out and bought us a packet of biscuits to have with tea.  That was a
treat indeed.  It was only on special occasions that we got treats like
that so l asked what the special occasion was and mom just said, 'You
know.' with another wide smile on her face.  From that l started to guess
that her new improved mood had something to do with the night before and
Thor's return - mom agree with my assessment later that night.

   When we finally got into bed l told her about everything to do with Sal
and Mary.  I expected mom to be upset but she wasn't at all.  She explained
it to me like this.  Mary is well past the time when she would normally be
off with one or a number of the local lads and in a year or less she'd be
pregnant and engaged to marry the father who would probably be as dumb as
an ox and would have made her life miserable.  All mom asked of me was to
make sure l didn't get any of my sisters pregnant.  I was rather taken
aback by her words.  I hadn't expected anything like that.  In fact l
expected mom to be quite upset and to send the girls off to her sister who
lived a few hundred miles away married to a farmer who raised sheep.

   Mom then raised a possible issue about Michael.  She said that it
wouldn't be long before he became a young man who would start to become
interested in girls and that she wasn't sure what to do about him.  We
didn't have any answers that night so we left it for another day.

   When we got to bed l asked mom if she'd like another night like
yesterday and should l get Thor from his hiding place.  Mom laughed and
said that she was bruised and battered down there and that Thor wasn't
going to come out until she was healed.  But she also said that was no
reason for me to miss out.  So for about an hour mom sucked and masturbated
me through creaming after creaming after creaming until l was empty.  We
both slept well that night.  Very well.

   Nothing changed in our lives for a while then one Sunday while Sal and l
told the others we were going off for a short walk together - this had
become normal for us and Michael and Anne had got completely used to to it
were more than happy to see us go - when Mary said she'd come with us as
well.  I think that she and Mary had arranged this without telling me -
this turned out to be true.

   We walked to a place that Sal and l had discovered that was well
protected and the rocks were clean and dry a perfect place for our
encounters.  As soon as we got there Sal stripped of all her clothes as she
normally did and Mary did the same.  Sal told me to strip off as well and
told me that she and Mary had planned this over the last week and that l
had little choice and needed to strip naked.  Reluctantly, but not - you
know what l mean - l took off my clothes.

   Sal came close and cupped my balls in one hand while the other slowly
stroked my cock which started to get hard which is exactly what Sal knew
would happen.  Mary seemed fascinated and watched every move that Sal made
and also watched my reaction.  Sal told Mary to touch my now hard cock
which she did with great care almost as if she though it would bite her. 
She touched it with just two fingers and then put her fingers around as
much of it as she could.  Sal told her to gently pull her hand up and down
my cock.  Mary did as she was told and l could feel myself getting closer
and closer to creaming.  Mary continued and Sal told her to use both hands
to get all the way around and to go a bit faster and then she'd get to see
what it looked like when l creamed.  Mary didn't have to wait long as a
stream of hot cream squirted out of the end of my cock.  Mary gave a little
scream, let go of my cock and took a step back.  Sal told her to stop being
silly and took over from her and continued sliding those soft hands of hers
up and down my shaft until the spurting stopped.  Then she started to milk
the last of the cream out just as l had taught her.

   Mary watched everything and then looked at me and asked me how it felt
when the skin on my cock was rubbed like that and what did it feel like
when l spurted because it looked painful and my reactions also made it look
as if l was in pain.  I was going to answer when Sal started to explain,
probably for the tenth or fiftieth time that it felt wonderful.  In fact
she said that it was a lot better than sucking a sweet.  We didn't get many
sweets but when the children did they loved then.  We hadn't had any sweets
since before dad died but it was obvious that Mary understood what Sal was
saying.  However, l'm not sure Mary believed it.

   So Sal took things in hand, literally, and made me cream again while
Mary watched.  Sal then suggested Mary now do it but she wasn't sure so Sal
did it again, and then once more before Mary seemed confident enough to
try. She was very careful but within a minute or two l creamed and she got
excited that she'd managed to do it all by herself.

   Sal now insisted that l help her to cream as well and to do what l would
normally do for her.  I didn't want to scare Mary so there was no finger
inside and nothing that would take Sal into the stare zone.  All l did was
to make her gently cream a few times.  Every time Sal had the shudders she
would ask Sal if she was alright and every time Sal said that it felt
wonderful and would she like me to do it to her?

   Mary was, at first, worried that it wasn't really as nice as she was
being told so l asked her if she though l would ever hurt her and she said
that she knew l'd never do that.  So l then told her that if, at any time,
she get worried or scared or if l hurt her at all all she has to do is ask
me to stop and l would stop.

   Very reluctantly she agreed so l sat down on the ground and asked her to
sit about a foot away facing me.  She sat there with a slightly scared look
on her face but l reassured her that she'd love it.  The very gently l
touched her breast after telling her that's what l was going to do.  She
followed my hands with her eyes and gave a very little shudder when l did
touch her small budding breast.  She calmed down quickly and so l gently
started to caress her there.  She didn't react for a while and then l asked
her how it felt and she replied that it felt like l was tickling her but
nicer and without the laughing.

   At this stage l still had an erection and asked her to move closer so
she could grasp my cock.  She did that quite happily and started to slowly
masturbate me.  It felt lovely but l had other things to do right then and
they involved making sure that Mary creamed and enjoyed it enough to want
more.

   Mary was sitting in front of me holding my cock.  I was gently caressing
her breast with one hand and the other l reached down to rub her lips.  She
knew about this because she did this to herself and wasn't worried about me
doing it at all.  Gently l kept rubbing her lips as they started to swell,
turn pink and start to leak woman's juice.  It was as smooth as moms and
just as slippery.  I covered a finger in it and gently slipped it between
her lips searching for her little finger.  It seems that Mary hadn't done
this before because she seemed to get worried.  I talked to her and told
her that it is how l make Sal and mom happy and that if she let's me keep
going l can make her feel happy too.  Sal was telling her the same thing in
a soft coaxing voice.  Mary relaxed and l continued rubbing between her
lips and slowly moving my finger up towards where l knew her little finger
could be found.  Sure enough very soon l could feel it and started to very
very gently rub it.  The tell-tale signs started to appear quite soon. 
Mary started to breathe more deeply, she got flushed in the face and over
her chest.  Her eyes became unfocused, and she started to tremble just like
her sister and mother did.  Sal also realised at about the same time that
Mary was starting to feel real pleasure and started you encourage her by
say that this was only the start of it, that it was going to get much much
better, that she was growing up now and would soon be a real woman.  All
these words and my finger on her little finger and my arm behind her back -
just as l has done for Sal the first time and still did to stop her falling
backwards - seemed to keep her calm and concentrating on how she was
feeling.  Then as she started to get more and more pleasure l did for her
what l had done for Sal all those months ago.  I felt for her tight hole
and gently and slowly pushed the tip of my finger into her.  She reared
upwards as if to stand but l held her firmly close to me and started to
slip my finger tip in and out of her.

   She tried to rear up again.  Her eyes were closed, her breathing was
very ragged, she was also purple in the face, she was shaking just like her
sister and mother did, and then she did something not Sal or mom did, she
reached down to hold my finger and seemed to be trying to push more of it
inside herself.  I was really surprised because she was as tight as Sal had
been when l pushed my finger tip into her but here was my eight year old
sister, a little girl, it seemed to me, wanting me to push deeper into her.
So l started to do what l thought she wanted me to do and l was rewarded by
how she started to react.  She started to moan loudly, and buck up and down
on my hard thrusting finger.  She kept this up for only a minute or so
before she simply collapsed in my arms.

   Sal was overjoyed but l was a bit concerned because l wasn't sure that l
hadn't hurt her and the reason was that there was traces of blood on my
finger.  I showed it to Sal and she said that the same had happened to her
when l first push my finger into her but she never told me because she
didn't want me to get scared and refuse to help her cream in the future. 
That made me feel a bit better but not enough to feel completely
comfortable.

   After a while Mary started to 'come around' and she seemed to be
alright. When she got all her strength back she was very excited and told
us both that it was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever had in her life
and that she wanted to do it again right then.  Sal and l said it wasn't a
good idea because she'd gotten torn a bit inside and it would be best to
let it heal.  Mary wasn't very happy with that but agreed to wait until
next time.

   That night l described, to mom, the day up in the hills and what Sal,
Mary and l had got up too.  She was completely happy about it all and told
me to be careful and make sure l wasn't going to hurt either of them.  I
promised l'd be very careful l also, for the first time told her that the
two knew that mom and l were doing pretty much the same things.  She gave a
gentle laugh and said that it was going to happen one day to all three of
them and it was better that it was someone who loved and cared for them
that taught them what sex was all about.  She said that it also a good
thing the girls know about she and l because if mom trusted me then they
would too.

   That night mom opened the cupboard and released Thor.  She slept very
well that night and woke the next morning with a broad smile and a spring
in her step although l'd been tougher on her than last time.  I had to wait
longer before Thor was released again so l had to start working out just
how far to take mom so that the breaks weren't too long for either of us. I
fell in love with the times Thor was used on mom and it was mostly because
of how she reacted to him entering, being inside, and thrusting into her.
Also l found that l had to get the creams l needed before we used Thor or l
either found myself frustrated, had to use moms mouth while she was
unconcious or l had to either go and wait in the kitchen and hope either
Sal, Mary or both of them came into the kitchen to join me so we could have
a play or l'd have to, very quietly, go into their bedroom and wake one of
them up and mostly l'd wake up Mary because again l loved how she reacted
to having her hole penetrated.  She was a lot like mom and needed to feel
full up inside.  She couldn't help but try to stretch herself deeper and
wider.  She seemed to disconnect from the world and change into a being
that sought pure pleasure.  It felt wonderful to become the conductor that
took her deep into her animal passion and lusts and fed the fire of her
sexuality.

   Life didn't change very much for us as a family over the next year other
than Michael started to show signs that he was starting to become
sexualized.  He started going to the toilet a lot more and mom and l talked
about it and agree that he was probably masturbating a lot.  Sal and Mary
had also noticed and we talked about, them and l, and we also agreed that
he was now sexually active.

   I sat my entrance exam and was admitted to the MI's accountancy
certificate course.  This meant that l had less time for other things as
there were more evening classes, and study that had to be done at home in
the evenings.  Some nights l'd go to bed long after everyone else was in
bed and too tired to do anything more than roll over and go straight to
sleep.  But l would be fine after five or six hours and would often wake up
mom and we'd play with each other for a while before going back to sleep
for another hour or so.

   Sal and Mark weren't getting very much attention from me anymore not
because l wasn't willing but because l was too busy most of the time.  I
was even too tired to masturbate some days but l made sure l worked as hard
as l could to get my accountancy certificate as that would give me new
opportunities that could make a big difference in our lives.

   It seemed that l never got to bed until after everyone else had already
gone up but some nights l'd finish earlier than usual and on those
evenings, if l felt able, l'd spend time with mom or one of the girls for
an hour or so and then carry the girls up to bed and tuck them in or roll
over in bed with mom and get some sleep.

   About once or twice a month mom would send Anne to the mine office and
ask if l could race home at lunchtime to help mom with something at home.
This wasn't that unusual for office staff to do so no one took much notice.
On those days l'd get home and go straight up to our bedroom where mom
would be ready to cream me about three or four times before she'd hand me
Thor.  For ten to fifteen minutes l'd thrust him deep into mom as she
shuddered and trembled and creamed again and again.  She told me it's all
that kept her sane and that without the few times we had together she knew
she'd not be able to cope.

   I started to notice that some of the girls working at the office were
looking at me a lot more and sometimes they would whisper to each other as
l walked by while following me with their eyes.  Some times they would
smile at me at well.  I guess l knew what they were thinking and why they
were talking but l had far to little time or interest to pursue any
relationships other than the ones l already had at home.  Don't think l
didn't notice how attractive some of them we and one in particular was
really a knockout.  Long blonde shiny hair and sort of flowed around her
beautiful face when she moved her head.  She had a slim figure with quite
large firm breasts and she didn't wear a bra - like most of the young girls
in town they normally wore thin cotton under-vests that hid nothing - and
you could see her nipples outlined through the clothe especially in winter
and were outside with only the dress and shift to cover them.  She was
bubbly, smart, cute and really nice and l would have been very interested
if l wasn't living the life l was already living.

   I still tried to take Sunday walks together but more and more often l
couldn't go.  One night when l went to wake up Sal l noticed that there was
movement under the blankets where she and Michael slept.  It didn't take me
very long to realise what they were doing.  I could hear Sal grunting and
panting as she often did when l'd play with her.  I stood there for a
little while and then quietly turned and left the room to go to bed with
mom.  But l was ready to cream and if it wasn't going to be Sal or Mary
then it would be mom.  She complained a little when l pressed my hard cock
into her back but once she had woken up a bit more she was happy to get
involved.

   The next morning l told mom about what l had seen and heard in the
children's bedroom the night before.  Mom seemed totally unconcerned and
then told me that all four of them had need experimenting playing with each
other since l'd been working so hard.  I was stunned.  I asked her why she
hadn't told me about this and she said that they had all agreed not to
bother me because l had so much work and was to busy.  That made me feel
awful, as if l'd been avoiding them and l told mom how l felt.  She told me
not to worry and that she'd told the children to be careful, to never allow
Michael to put his cock inside any of them and to be very gentle with each
other.  Sal and Mary had also said that they would both be happy to play
with me whenever l wanted them too.

   It's amazing the things you don't know are happening to people who you
see and live with every day.  What also surprised me was that Anne was now
sexually active but to be honest it should not have come as a surprise at
all - she had turned seven a few months ago and l should really have had
expected it.

   One evening as the rest of the family were heading to bed l asked Anne
if she could say for a little while so we could have a talk.  They all gave
each other a quick glance and then smiled at Anne and nodded.  They then
turned and walked upstairs.

   I signaled for Anne to sit on the chair next to me which she did.  She
then turned and faced me and l did the same.  I started by telling her that
mom had told me about everything that was happening between the three girls
and Michael and that l was happy about it if she was happy.  She said they
were all very happy and they played together a lot after they went up to
bed every night.

   I asked what they did and she told me about sucking each others breasts,
rubbing 'down below', rubbing Michael's hard cock, creaming a lot, getting
the 'jiggelies', and then falling asleep when they had had enough.  This
got me thinking because whenever l creamed it was either in the toilet,
when mom was bathing me on Sundays, or l creamed into her mouth and she
swallowed it all.  Where did Michael's cream go l asked.

   Anne told me that he'd told them he creams in the toilet a lot and that
when he's creaming with them in the hills mostly it went on the ground but
some in the hills and always in the bedroom one of the girls swallows it so
as not to leave a mess.  Then she said, 'Just like mommy does for you.'
That was a shock.  I asked her how she knew that mommy did that and she
told me that quite often they quietly creep out into the passage and watch
us through a crack in the back of the hall cupboard.  That was another
shock - l'd never even imagined that my brother and sisters had been
watching mom and l at night.

   Anne admitted that they had been doing it for amount eight months when
Sal had gone to get some clean sheet for the beds and had heard a noise
from the back of the cupboard.  When she pushed the clothes aside she saw a
shaft of light through the slats and put her eye to the gap.  She saw mom
laying naked on the bed creaming herself.  So she told the rest of the
children and when they heard me go up to bed earlier than l usually did
they would quietly go and watch mom and l playing.

   Anne then asked me if when she was grown up would she have her own Thor
because after seeing how mommy liked it she wanted one as well.  I said
that if she wanted one that l'm sure she'd get one.

   She asked me if l'd like to see her naked body and l said l would like
that very much.  She stood up and pulled her nightdress off over her head
and draped it over the chair she'd been sitting one.  She was quite small
for her age, lovely pale skin, no breasts to speak of but that's not a
surprise, just the slightest hint of hair between her legs - Sal's hair was
getting very obvious and Mary had a bit as well.  Anne just stood there
with her legs straight, her head down and her eyes looking right at me.  I
told her she looked lovely and was going to grow up to be very beautiful -
she got a big smile on her face when l said that.

   She then said that she'd like to show me that's she's really a girl, a
proper girl and she lifted one leg onto her chair, swiveled her hips
forward so l could see her slit, opened her lips and showed me her little
finger.  She put one of her fingers on it and said, 'See!' I guess she
though that's what made her a 'real girl.' I wasn't going to argue as l
think she's very close to the truth.

   I asked her if she'd like to see my cock, which was hard and had been
for a while.  She said she did want to see it.  So l stood up and opened my
trousers and took them and my pants off.  Anne looked at my cock for a
while and then asked if she could touch it.  I gently got hold of her hands
and moved them to my cock and closed her fingers around it.  She looked and
held it for a while slowly getting quite red in the face and started to
move nervously.  Then she started to pull the skin back and expose my cock
head.  She gave a small laugh and said that it was very big up close.  She
then asked if she could try and make me cream like she did Michael.  I just
started to move her hands up and down my shaft.  It felt different to any
of the others.  It was very gentle, almost as if it were soft feathers
running up and down my hard cock.  It was lovely, really lovely and it
slowly built up towards creaming.  Most times l would cream quite quickly
but not this time.

   When l got close l told Anne it was about to happen.  She nodded and
kept on with her slow and gentle stroking.  It was exquisite this very slow
build up sent shivers down by spine, my muscles felt as if they were
turning to jelly, and still the pleasure rolled over me in wave after wave.
Then l started to cream.  Anne must have felt the first spasm as l started
and she opened her mouth and took my cock head into it.  I had never felt
anything like this before l thought l would die.  I started to sag, my legs
couldn't keep me standing anymore and as l sagged Anne followed me with my
cock head still in her mouth and her hands still pumping my shaft.  I ended
up sitting down with my hips lifted off the chair as if l was trying to
push my cock down her throat.  I was gripping the edge of the chair with
all the strength l could bring to bear with my fingers.  Wave after wave of
pleasure continued to surge over me.  Slowly, very slowly the pleasure
started to disappear and l started to relax.  I sat in the chair normally,
Anne took my cock head out of her mouth and released my shaft.  I opened my
eyes and looked at her.  She had a wonderful smile on her face and her
front was cover in my cream.  Her first words were - l couldn't swallow all
of it.  I'm sorry!  I smiled back and told her that it was alright and not
to worry.  For the first time in my life my cock was slack after a first
cream.  But it wasn't a big problem because seen after it got hard again
and that happened when l started to help Anne cream.

   I pulled Anne up onto the top of my legs and told her how wonderful it
had felt.  That she was very good at making me cream and that l hoped we do
it again a lot of times.  She said that she'd like to do it a lot more
times as well.  Without asking l started to gently rub her stomach to help
her relax.  It seemed to work because her breathing got shallower and she
relaxed supported by one arm l had behind her back.  As you can imagine,
with one leg either side of my closed legs her slit was easy to reach so l
moved my free hand between them and gently started to rub her lips.  I
moved my other hand up to the back of her neck and grasped it firmly but
not hard.

   Slowly she started to react to the gentle rubbing.  I heard her quietly
say 'More.  Do it more.' I applied more pressure and felt her respond.  She
tilted her head back with my hand around the back of her neck holding her
body in place.  Her breathing changed and her skin started to get pinker.
There were all signs l was familiar with - this is the start of a journey
that always ends up with a woman feeling incredible pleasure.

   I felt her juices arrive as they leaking over my fingers.  I started to
push one finger between her lips but she said something else and it was
'Not yet.  Not yet.' So l went back to just rubbing her lips outside.  Her
pleasure mounted quite quickly.  She started to shake as they all do when
they are close.  She got more and more excited, redder and redder in the
face, and she breathed down great gulps of air, holding it for as long as
she could before blowing it out and taking another gulp.

   Then she spoke again.  In a fractured voice and in between gulps of air
she loudly said, 'Now.  NOW!  Push it in.  Deep.  Deep.  Push it in!' I
knew what she wanted me to do because Mary liked it too.  With my index
finger l felt for her hole.  It didn't take even a split second because by
now l understood how women's bodies were built.  Fast but with great care l
pushed my finger into her.  It slipped inside her without any problem at
all which surprised me.  But Anne wasn't satisfied it seems - 'Another one!
Another one!' She sobbed.  So l pulled my index finger back to the entrance
of her hole while she pushed her hips down to try and stop the finger from
moving out of her but l managed to slide another finger right up to the one
still a little inside her and gently but firmly push both of them in as far
as they could go.  Anne started to bounce up and down on my fingers very
fast.  She put her arms on by shoulders and pulled herself closer to my
chest while containing to grind her hole onto my two fingers.

   As you can imagine l had my erection back and it was down between my
legs and rubbing the crack of her bottom straining to stand up pressed to
my belly but her body was in the way.  Every time she bounced on my lap my
cock head was rubbed by her ass cheeks.  I tried to forget about it and
concentrate on her while she was in the throes of ecstasy but it wasn't
easy.

   She started to bounce higher and faster and l kept my fingers where they
were allowing her to be in control.  Every time she lifted herself up my
cock would rise up with her and there would be a shooting feeling of
pleasure from my cock head and the same would happen as she came back down
again - l was losing my concentration and it was obvious that Anne was
ready to cream.

   Her movements were faster and faster and she was lifting herself more
and more and crashing herself onto my fingers and then she lifted herself a
little too far and my fingers were out of her but as soon as her bottom was
out of the way my cock straightened and pointed straight up towards her
hole as she crashed herself back down.  That's what must have happened l
worked out later.

   I realised what was happening too late to do anything about it.  I felt
her hole with the tip of my cock just before she ended up sitting squarely
on my lap with my erect cock deep inside her.  She went totally rigid,
started to wail at the top of her voice, threw her head back, and started
to shudder as if she was impaled and in agony which l guess she would be. I
sat there for a spilt second and them grabbed her to lift her off but she
managed to hang onto my shoulders to try and stop me and she shook her head
and mumbled what sounded like 'No!' Then she went back to wailing.  I
didn't know what to do.  In the meantime the rest of the family had raced
down the stairs and were in the kitchen watching everything that was
happening.

   Mom moved over to us and tried to lift Anne off but again she clung to
me and shook her head.  Mom tried again and got the same reaction.  So mom
left her alone while still hovering around with a very concerned expression
on her face.

   The other children didn't know what had happened but l think mom did and
she was worried for Anne as was l.  What l found out later was that the
children were listening in at the top of the straits and mom was watching
around the corner of the stairs - she was also playing with herself as Anne
and l played with each other.

   I couldn't help it but as Anne tightened around my cock as she creamed
again and again l got closer to creaming inside her and it finally got too
much and everyone knew what was happening as l did.  It took Anne another
ten or so minutes before she stopped creaming and clamping down on my still
rigid cock and over that time l had creamed another three or so times and
every time l did Anne would cream with me and that just made every creaming
longer and and more intense.

   By the time Anne signaled she was ready to be lifted off me l was as
exhausted as she was.  Mom came over the lift her off me and the others all
gathered around.  Mom led Anne to a chair and lifted her up onto it and
settled her down.  Mom stroked Anne's hair and gently crooned to her which
calmed her and the rest of the children down.  Mom, after a while, asked
Anne how she felt and she just said she was very tired but happy to be a
woman at last.

   Mom took her upstairs and tucked her up in bed after she had made sure
she wasn't injured in any way.  Later mom told me that there was some
tearing but a lot less than she expected and that it would all heal in a
few days.  That news made me feel a lot better about what had happened but
it never should have happened.  It may have been an accident but l was the
one in charge and l let that happen to my baby sister long before she was
really ready.

   Mom told the others to go up to bed and to leave Anne alone to sleep and
they would all have a chance to talk to her the next morning AFTER Anne
woke up when she was ready to wake up.

   With all that settled mom took my hand and led me upstairs to our
bedroom.  We both stripped off and got into bed but neither of us were
ready to go too sleep.  I needed to think and mom needed to talk.  The
first words out of her mouth were, 'Did it feel as wonderful as it looked?'
I was a bit taken aback as l thought mom would give me a lecture about
being responsible and the Head of the Household and that should be
protecting the children not harming them.

   I thought about what had happened and easily brought back how l had felt
all the time that Anne and l had played with each other and l came to the
realisation that l had had the most pleasurable and intense creams l'd ever
had in my life and l told mom all about it.  I described how it felt
holding Anne, the reactions she had when being touched on her breasts, her
lips and her hole when filled with first one and then two fingers.  I
described in detail what l had felt sexually and emotionally when Anne sat
down hard on my cock and l penetrated her.  It was amazing.

   About half was through my remembrance mom got out if bed and went and
got Thor.  She lay down and started to push Thor into herself while telling
me to keep talking and telling her every little thing - which l did.

   Mom seemed to not be able to cream.  I could see the expression on her
face, she was ready in fact more than ready, but she couldn't cream.  She
sweated, push and pull Thor in and out of herself, she breathed in great
gulps just like Anne had done but she couldn't go that last little step
that gets you over the top.

   I decided to help her by tugging on her nipples while l continued to
tell her my story.  I could tell she was listening because at certain times
certain words she'd react to and push Thor in deeper, harder and/or faster.
But she just couldn't do it.  Finally she stopped and pulled Thor out and
threw him on the side of the bed.

   'Watching you and Anne when your penis got forced up inside her like
that reminded me of the first time a man forced his penis into me - l was
in a lot of pain but the pleasure was even greater.  Much, much greater and
l got that man to force himself into me many times.  I loved it so l
decided to marry him and that man was your father.  He was only eighteen at
the time and l was twelve and we had a wonderful life together and he
always satisfied me in bed.  I want to have those feeling again now that l
can remember them and Thor isn't enough.,

   She paused for a while and then asked me if l could help her?  I thought
mom was going to ask me to rape her but l also knew that made no sense as
she was scared of getting pregnant - mom wasn't worried about Anne because
she was too young to get pregnant.  I asked mom what l could do to help and
she asked me to get between her open legs - which l did.  She then lay back
looked towards the ceiling and told me what she wanted.

   I'm not small for my age and although l don't wield a pick or shovel am
strong and have a larger and better built body than most men.  I had large
feet, well muscled legs, thick arms and large, if gentle, hands and l had
something to offer mom what she thought she needed right then.

   She asked me to play with her lips and little finger and to, when l
thought she was ready to put my fingers inside her.  I started to play with
her and realised immediately that mom was open enough to take my fingers.
So slowly l started to slide them in but that wasn't enough for mom she
grabbed my arm and started to pull it towards her crutch while shaking her
hips.  I had all four finger in her and the flat of my hand thrusting in
and out and mom was loving it.  She kept me going like that for a minute or
two and then asked me to push my whole hand inside.

   I was rather taken aback by this request as l do have very large hands
but mom insisted and pulled my arm forward with both her hands.  So l
relented and slowly pushed my hand forward to insert more but mom wasn't
happy with that and she told me to push my whole hand in and to use all the
force necessary for my closed fist to reach the bottom of her hole and to
do it quickly.

   I was stunned by the idea but it sounded very interesting and would be
something completely new for me.  So l moved further up mom's body so l
could thrust all the way in and looked her in the eye.  I raised my
eyebrows questioningly and she nodded her assent but before she finished my
fingers, hand, and half my forearm were deep inside my moms hole.  My fist
banged into the top and probably stretched it out of shape.

   Mom creamed immediately and didn't even start to calm down for about ten
minutes - all she did was cream and cream again and again without any break
in between.  When she finally did start to have longer and longer gaps
between creaming l started to pump my arm in and out of her as l knew she
loved to happen when we used Thor.  She went straight back to creaming
without stopping.  I though she'd have a heart attack but she was breathing
deeply, was red as a beetroot, shaking and spasming without ceasing and
holding her legs as widely open as she could.  It was the realization that
she was still in control of her legs that let me know she was still alive
in there somewhere.  So l didn't stop until my arm started to ache and l
had to pull it out.  She didn't complain or argue, she just lay there
continuing doing what she'd been doing for the last half-an-hour -
creaming, heavy breathing, shaking and juddering on the bed.

   I needed to think so l left mom under the cover to recover and went down
to the kitchen to have a cup of tea and spend some time in thought.  It
doesn't take long to make a cup of tea when the kettles always on a lit
stove.  But by the time l'd added the sugar Sal and Mary had joined me.  I
didn't say anything but just looked at them.  They sat down on the other
side of the table, looked at each other, back at me, and back at each other
again.  It seemed they both agreed about something.  Sal was the
spokesperson because she spoke first.

   'We all know what happened to Anne tonight and Mary and l were so
excited we didn't go to bed but sat on the staircase talking in whispers.
But then we heard mom making her creaming noises so we quietly snuck into
the hall cupboard and watched you.' My mind was racing again - it seems to
be doing that a lot these days - but Sal went on talking and she asked if l
could do the same things to them.

   I couldn't think of an answer right away but finally one came to me.

   'What happened with Anne was an accident as you know and it's a good
thing that she's as young as she is because she's to young to make a baby
with my cream.' That obviously came as a surprise to them both.  I went on,
'l can't do to you what l did to mom because it would tear up your hole and
it would never be right again.  Mom has had children, and she's a lot older
than either of you and her hole is big enough to have that happen without
her getting injured.  So when you're both old enough and your holes have
been stretch because you've had some children then maybe we can.'

   'That could be a long time.' said Mary and l agreed that she was right.
'What if l stretch my hole very slowly could we do it once its stretched
enough?' I said that would be possible but if her hole was stretched too
much when she was young she might not feel as good as when it's tight.'
That seemed to make sense to them both.  'But what about Anne?  Will she be
able to feel good if she's now so stretched?' I told them that given it had
only happened once to Anne she should be able to heal from if she was
careful for a few years not to let it happen again.  They accepted that as
well.

   Almost straight away they looked at each other again, another message
passed between them and the stood up, kissed me good night and went
upstairs to bed.  But l still had a massive problem - want to push my hard
cock back into my baby sisters hole as many times as l could everyday for
the rest of my life.  I wanted to feel her tightness, l wanted to feel the
top of her hole pressing against my cock head, l wanted to touch her soft
skin, to feel her hands on my shoulders pulling herself close to me, l
wanted to watch her as her skin changed from translucent white to pink
through to bright red and know what she's feeling as that happens, l wanted
to feel her breath on my chest, l wanted to help her feel those same
incredible sensations as often as she and l could.  I wanted her to be mine
and mine alone - now that was a real problem not just for me but for all of
the family.  I needed to learn control and lots of it.

   The solution came a few days later but it would take a long time to see
them through.  It was really quite simple - I'd talk to Michael and suggest
that he, Sal and Mary look after each other and l'd look after mom and
Anne. We wouldn't talk to the girls about it but if we were smart and he
spent most of his time with Sal and Mary and l spent most of my time with
mom and Anne then the girls might naturally want to be with the male who
wants to spend time with them.  But there was no hurry.  I had plenty of
time to talk later.

   Anyway, my years final exams were coming up in a few months and l had to
knuckle down to studying and still had to work six days a week and as a
result most family matters l had to leave in moms capable hands until my
exams were over.

   The long hours paid off and l passed the exam with very good marks.  My
bosses were happy, the staff in the office seemed happy, mom was very happy
as were the children and l was very happy to but really my life didn't
change much.  I got a twelve shilling a week pay rise, a number of new text
books for the coming year, had a number of new jobs to do in the office and
worked as many hours a week as l had done the year before.

   The promotion, although not being very much when considering the company
as a whole but it seemed to change the views of a lot of the people in the
village and at the pit as well.  I had not yet reached my twentieth year
and already men would give me a nod of the head or even touch their hats in
signs of recognition and with different levels of respect.  The village
girls got more interested and a few of the bravest would even flirt a
little but l was far too busy at work and at home to take much notice.

   I had that talk with Michael and he seemed happy with the idea.  He
responded by saying that since l looked after mom who was the eldest woman
in the house it made sense that l also took care of the youngest and he'd
pair up with the two in the middle.  He even seemed to think that was quite
funny.  All l knew was that l was very happy with the arrangement.

   Anne was now old enough to go to school with the others so mom was alone
from early morning to late-mid afternoon when the children get back from
school.

   I'll mention it now before l forget but none of us ever mentioned what
we did as a family when it came to the things we did with each other even
though l don't remember any of us suggesting we should remain silent about
it.  I think we all knew that if people did find out there might be some
serious consequences.  We found out what those consequences could have been
when one of the children at school told her friends about how her father
would touch her 'down there'.  It seems the story got back to some of the
teachers and they called the police who contacted a government departments
that was responsible for child welfare.  The end result was that the three
children in that home were taken away, the father lost his job in the
village and left, never to be seen again and his lady wife found a new man
a little while later but the children never came home.

   I'm sure there were a lot of others who were doing what we were doing.
Maybe not the exact same things, or not the whole family, or maybe more or
less often but l'm sure that there were quite a few.  It's not as if there
was much in the way of entertainment in a staunchly catholic coal mining
village.  There was the Friday night dance in the church hall but none of
us ever attended - l don't know why but we just didn't.

   I was now, if you like, officially mom and Annes man and Michael was Sal
and Marys and we all seemed to be happy with that and once that unspoken
agreement was reached l never touched Sal or Mary again.  This didn't cause
any issues it seemed as Sal, Mary and Michael kept them selves busy in
their room and Anne moved into mom and my bedroom.  We had to make a few
changes like buying two bigger beds and removing all the beds we had.  We
did it carefully by dismantling the old ones slowly and over a couple of
weeks burning the wooden bits in the stove and cutting up the mattresses
and throwing those on the rubbish tip bit by bit and the reason was that
every woman in the village knew everything that happened in the street and
they would have quickly worked out some ideas as to why large mattresses
were coming into the house as smaller ones leaving.  This would have raised
some awkward questions that we didn't want to answer.

   I drew up a simple plan for the bases for the beds and worked in the
kitchen to bolt the pieces together.  Then we got an out of town furniture
store to deliver two mattresses to us that were the right size.  Seemed
like a lot of secrecy and hard work but it was, we felt necessary.

   I slept in between mom and Anne and the new bed was more than wide
enough but it did mean that there was less room at the sides of the bed to
get out but that was a small price to pay for what we got in return.  I
also blocked off the gaps in the cupboard wall so we could have some
privacy.  Sal, Mary and Michael laughed about that a few days after l'd
finished my breakfast the day after they discovered it all sealed up.

   Anne grew up and it wasn't long before we could try again what had first
happened by accident.  After she had healed we would play with each other a
lot and she would stroke me as she had the first time - slowly and gently -
which l loved.  Those wonderful feelings would slowly get stronger and
stronger and l'd crave to cream but Anne never hurried.  She keep up the
slow stroking, pulling the skin over my cock head and then back to cover it
at the end of each stroke.  I think she knew that l loved the slow
torturous build up towards creaming.  She also started to put my cock head
into her mouth a minute or two before l creamed and this made it feel even
better.  I couldn't cream again for a while after one of Anne's strokings -
they drained me of energy for about twenty minutes.  But, although l got
soft immediately after l creamed l could get hard again once l'd recovered.

   While l was recovering l'd gently play with Anne's now growing breasts
with my fingers, lips, and tongue which she enjoyed a lot.  With the other
hand l'd rub her lips, rub around her hole, push one or two fingers into
her and when she was ready she just say, 'Now!' and l would sit up, push by
back against the wall, straighten my legs, lift Anne above my hard cock
while she opened her legs wide and then lower her down until my cock head
entered her hole - she would hold my cock and make sure we were all lined
up okay and then l'd quickly pull her down while l thrust up hard.

   She'd always wail when we did that but l'd learned to cover her mouth
with one hand as she opened her mouth to wail.  It stopped the neighbors
from getting curious because given the walls weren't that thick there was a
good chance they would hear.  We heard them when there were fights, and
shouting, and loud laughter so l guess they could hear us.

   There reached a stage where l had to get and start to wear condoms
because Anne started her 'bleeding'.  When we told mom she told us to stop
immediately and told me to go and get a condom from the chemist.  Thank God
the chemist was a man otherwise l'm not sure l could have asked for one but
it took a lot of courage and encouragement from both Anne and mom before l
bucked up the courage and then mom told me to buy two of them as it was
time that Michael had one as well.

   I waited on the other side of the street until there were no customers
in the chemists before l went in.  Mr Peter's was standing behind the
counter sorting out things on one of the shelves when l opened the door and
the little bell jangled as l walked in.  He turned, smiled, and asked me
what he could do for me.  I was terrified and mumbled something, l can't
remember what but Mr Peter's has seen the same thing many times in his life
and guessed what l was after.

   'So you need a condom do you?' he asked.  I nodded quickly and held up
two fingers, unable to speak.  He gave me a small frown and then said, 'l
guess your in high demand now your moving up in the world?  You're doing
the right thing.  Can't be too careful can you?'

   He pulled out two small card board boxes and handed them over and asked
me for two shillings which l gratefully handed over and then l quickly
left.

   When l got home l, gratefully, passed them over to mom.  The next Sunday
just after my bath time, which still happened every Sunday, and before l
had gotten my creaming from mom she open the kitchen door and called
Michael in.

   I was standing there naked when Michael came in.  Mom told him to close
the door and sit at the kitchen table.

   Mom picked up one of the packets contain a condom and opened it pulling
the condom out - neither Michael or l had ever seen one before.  Mom said
that if we used these we could cream inside the girls if the girls were
happy to do that and they wouldn't get pregnant.  I'm pretty sure that
everyone would be happy with that - l know that got Michael and l couldn't
wait to cream inside our sisters whenever we wanted too without the fear of
them having a baby.

   Mom showed us what a condom looked like.  First she unrolled the
powdered rubber sheath and flicked off the excess talcum powder off.  Then
she called me over close to her and rolled the condom back up just as it
had been inside its box.  She told Michael and l to keep watch and to make
sure we did the same before we creamed into any of the girls.  First mom
started to stroke me to get me hard.  She said that they can only be put on
when there's a hard cock to roll it onto.  Once l was ready she put the tip
of the condom onto my cock head and then rolled it down, with some
difficulty down the length of my cock.  She had a tough time of it because
the condom was too tight but finally she managed.  So there was my hard
cock covered in a tough rubber sheath from which no cream could escape.

   Mom then started to stroke me, while Michael watched, until l creamed.
We all saw how the nipple at the end of the condom collect my cream and how
none of it escaped.

   Mom then told us that after we pulled out we needed to roll the condom
off and wash the cream away.  Then to dry it and put it away until next
time.  Then she took Michael through the exact same procedure.  Wait till
hard, roll on the condom - his condom - more stroking until he creamed,
rolling it off and then a repeat of the need to clean and dry it.

   She then open the kitchen door and called the girls in.

   Again she went through everything and made sure the girls knew what they
needed to check for before they allowed anyone to cream inside them.

   The girls were very excited as they, and me and l guess Michael, had
been wanting to do this for a long time.  I was lucky because l'd been
creaming into Anne for a while but for the other girls and Michael it was
something totally new.

   Mom also told us to make absolutely sure to make sure that the girls
hole was covered in her juices and that the outside of the condom was also
covered otherwise it could really hurt the girls.

   Mom made Michael and l practice in front of the girls until we could get
them on easily and then she got the girls to do it until they had got it
right.  It took a while because both Michael and l kept creaming as they
rolled, pulled and pushed the condoms on.  Mom got a little angry that we
were making a mess of it all but the girls, l think, were making us cream
on purpose.

   As soon as mom was satisfied Sal and Mary dragged Michael off upstairs
and they didn't come down for the rest of the day, except when one of the
girls would race down to the kitchen to clean and dry Michael's condom
before running back upstairs.

   Mom, Anne and l retired to the front room and started to play there.  I
started with mom but my cock just wasn't big enough to help her very much.
I creamed into her and it felt wonderful but l knew she wasn't ever going
to cream this way.  Maybe years and years ago she may have but not any
more. Anne loved having the condom because we could go back to what we
loved to do - lap sitting.

   Lap sitting may not sound exciting but we loved it.  Immediately l
started to force Anne onto my hard cock she'd start to cream, when that
happened she'd tighten on my cock shaft and that would send a shock of
pleasure through me then she'd relax for a split second before she'd clamp
down again.  Waves of loosen - tighten - loosen - tighten caused me to
cream every few minutes.  I'd start to get soft after one of those creams
but we just sat there waiting for me to get hard again.  The whole thing
just kept on going until one of us stopped it because we couldn't take it
any more.  I must admit that nine times out of ten l would stop it because
l couldn't stand the pleasure any more or l was totally exhausted.

   That first time with me wearing the condom l'll never forget.  After l'd
tried with mom and Anne and l started mom sat and watched us for a while
and then she started to play with herself.  I was aware of her with a small
part of my mind and half an eye watching as she creamed again and again. 
Then she came and knelt down right next to us and started to caress my
thigh, and side and Anne's back and bottom.  It felt lovely - loving and
safe and supportive.  Gently she whispered how much she loved us, how
wonderful it was to have the beautiful children she had, how much we loved
and cared for each other, all the things we did for each other as well. 
She kept this up for a while and then l felt her reach for one of my feet
and bend it upwards.  I had no idea what she was trying to do but l bent it
upwards as she seemed to want me to do and then l felt her lips covering my
toes, then enter her hole, and then she had as much of my foot as it was
possible to get inside her in there.  She started to move up and down on my
foot, playing with her little finger, pulling on a nipple and creaming
along with us.

   It was another day l won't forget - along with many others.

   We found out that my condom wasn't good enough because Anne and l didn't
stop every time we creamed.  I would cream time after time after time and
the 'nipple' would fill up and then it would start to get pushed down the
sides of the condom and finally leak out of the bottom.  Mom told me to go
and buy a bigger one which l did.  Mr.  Peter's seemed surprised but
searched through his collection and sold me the biggest he had.  I asked
for a second one just to be safe.  As l paid he said, 'The girls must be
very happy with you?' I didn't say anything but it was then l realised that
l had probably had a cock bigger than most men and anyway even that condom
wasn't really big enough.

   Another year passed.  I was now almost twenty.  Sal was now working for
the mine as a secretary mostly doing typing, and other small jobs in the
office.  She loved it as she got enough money to pay mom some rent and have
a few bob left over for things she wanted to buy for herself.  The condoms
must have been working because although all three girls were more than old
enough to get pregnant none of them had.  With my money and Sal's
contribution mom had enough to start to pretty up the place and replace
some of our old furniture so life at home was getting much more comfortable
for us all.

   I'd done well in my exams again and had been promoted to Assistant
Accountant which meant more pay and even more head nodding and hat touching
from the men working at the pit and those in town and more flirting,
smiles, and side-long looks from the local girls.  I was also told my the
Mine Manager to go and buy a suit, some white shirts and a couple of sober
ties, two pairs of black socks and a pair of black leather shoes and some
black shoe polish as well.

   Mom caught the bus with me to the closes large town that had a good
men's clothing store and helped me pick out what l needed.  That Sunday l
went to mass all dressed up in my new duds and that turned a few heads.

   Outside the family things had been changing.  I found out when one night
after dinner mom pulled me into the front room and mentioned that she'd
been approached by a number of the village women, one at a time, to have a
'small private' conversation which mom suggested started something like
this.  'I've noticed how Thomas is a young man with very good prospects. 
Soon he'll be needing a good wife don't you think?' Mom said she would
normally nod at this stage even though she knew what was coming next.  The
one-way conversation would continue with well my 'daughters name' is also
now a young lady approaching marriageable age.  I've taught her to be a
good cook, she can keep house and manage the household finances very well
and would make some man a very good wife don't you think?' another nod from
mom and then the final pitch.  'I was thinking that Thomas and 'daughters
name' could start walking out together.  What do you think?'

   There seems to be a lot of 'Don't you thinks!' in these 'small private
talks' it seems.  Mom also told me that 'walking out' was code for having
sex until the girl got pregnant that then getting married as soon as the
pregnancy was confirmed.  (This was far more common than may people today
realize.  Children were very important and back in the 50's and for
hundreds of years before then most men wanted proof of their possible
future wives fertility and the only way to guarantee that was to 'plow the
field and see if a crop grew' before getting married.).

   Mom said that she stalled them all by telling them l wasn't ready for
marriage at this time because l was working as hard as l could to move up
in the company so he could provide adequately for a wife and children and
then he would make a commitment.  She told them l was aiming to, at the
least become Assistant Manager before l would start to look for a wife. 
She also told each of them that l had talked to my mom and mentioned that l
found 'daughters name' very pretty and that l had suggested to my mom that
when l was ready l would talk to her father to get permission to go
'walking out' with her.  Mom said she told them that because that would
stop them nagging her and would stop any talk by these women as she knew
that too much talk would get other mothers to join the ranks of hopeful
mothers and make her and maybe my life hell.

   But there was a side effect that mom hadn't thought of and l think what
happened was that some mothers went home and told their daughter about
their talk with mom and related the little white lie about my so-called
future intentions.  This meant that some girls that smiled and gave me
side-long looks became a lot bolder than before.

   There were times when a girl would catch me alone and ask if l wanted to
kiss her and her mom had told her l liked her.  When things like that
happened, if l had time, l would hold their hands and tell them that now
was not the time but when l was ready l'd let the whole village know that
we were 'walking out' together.  But not now as you didn't want any talk
around the village about 'our' private business.  This had been moms
suggestion when l told her that some of the girls were getting bolder in
their approaches to me and it worked very well.  There were still those
glances but l gave what l though was a conspiratorial look back and that
seemed to be enough.

   Some girls approaches were very timid.  They would ask me if l'd like to
go to the Friday dance with them, others wanted to hold my hand or asked if
l'd like to kiss them, and still others, three of then actually, lifted
their dresses and asked me if l'd like a feel, and one rubbed by cock
outside my trousers and got excited when l started to get hard.  I gave
each of them the same message and it worked for all of them except one who
couldn't wait and got pregnant to one of the boys in the village much to
her parents annoyance.  Well she get pregnany within a month of her mom and
my mom talking but over the next two years as l did manage to move up the
management ranks more of them ended up being married to men other than me
for the same reason.  None of this was unexpected in those days.  What was
a bit funny is that many of the mothers came and apologise to mom once they
discovered their daughters were pregnant by a man other than me.  There
would be this long lament about how the daughter had made a big mistake not
waiting for me and mom would try and make them feel better by saying that
when l found out l'd be terribly disappointed but that the lucky man was a
good catch and would do the right thing by the girl - mom told me she'd say
that even if the man was a drunken brute just to help the girls mother feel
better.

   The story about my working to one day become Assistant Manager started
doing the rounds and the Assistant Manager heard it.  He called me into his
office one day and asked me to sit down in the chair that faced him over
his desk.  He told me that he'd heard l wanted to, one day, become
Assistant Manager of the mine.  To take over his position one day?  I was
totally honest with him and told him that was my aim and that l would work
as hard as l could to take his place when he decided to move on or retire.

   I thought he'd be upset but he wasn't at all.  He told me how much he
had respected my father, that he saw the same positive attributes in me and
he would help me in any way he could to see l was ready when the time came.
I was overjoyed.  He arranged to have a longer discussion at lunch time in
his office and he joked that he'd supply the tea.  We both had a bit of a
laugh about that.

   At lunch the Assistant Manager and l (l'm not going to mention any names
of company management because it then makes it possible for someone to work
out which mine l worked in and given the jobs l had while l was there l
could be identified and so could my family and l don't want that to happen.
So no names!).  The advice l was given that day changed the way l looked at
working for the company completely.  I was told to start doing some Mining
Engineering course because that was the only way l could ever end up
running the whole company rather than just becoming an accountant who would
probably never go any further than this village we lived in.  I was stunned
as l'd never even though of something as big as what was being presented to
me.  Managing Director of THE COMPANY!  That was a goal indeed and at that
moment l decided to take the track that was suggested to me.

   The shift in my studies wasn't overly different that what l was already
doing as I added just one course in mining engineering because l couldn't
manage much more to be honest.  I discussed with my new mentor, that maybe
getting a level three accountancy certificate would be enough and that l
could then shift fully into engineering but he suggested l didn't do that
but instead keep with the accounting until l was fully qualified before
shifting to engineering only.  I asked him why and he told me that l
wouldn't be able to understand the money side of the business well enough
unless l was fully qualified and that if my staff realised l was fully
qualified they would work far harder to do it right the first time and to
never try to pull-the-wool-over-my-eyes because the odds were l'd find them
out.  That made sense to me so l became determined to become a fully
certified accountant before concentrating on engineering.

   Another few years passed before things changed for us again.  Michael
now also had a job but it was in another village about twenty miles away
and he had to move out of the house because it was impossible for him to
get there and back every day for work.  He found lodging and packed up,
with a lot of tears from the girls and mom, and hugs and shaking of hands
from me that he left home.  He came home most weekends but not all.

   Sal started to get sick and vomit.  Mom took her to the doctors - she
was pregnant.  Mom was really upset and the next time Michael came home she
started to really tell him off but Sal stopped mom and told her that
Michael wasn't the father.  Mom was really stunned as we all were to be
honest.  It turned out that there was a local - a young man actually - Sal
wasn't a young girl anymore and l hadn't really realised that.  She'd been
'walking out' with him for a few months and this pregnancy was the result.

   Mom asked Sal what she was going to do and Sal said that they had both
discussed what would happen if she did get pregnant and they had agreed
they would marry.

   So as was usual in villages like ours the wedding was arranged as
quickly as possible and within two week Sal had moved, with her new
husband, into his parents house.

   This left Mom, Mary, Anne and l at home.  Life returned to pretty much
normal for us.  I took over for Michael to look after Mary's sexual needs
as best as l could.  It wasn't very hard as, with Michael living away and
only coming home every couple of weekends, she didn't seem to need or want
as much sex as she had.

   One weekend Michael asked us all into the kitchen and dropped a surprise
on us.  He'd been given an opportunity to rent a small place in the village
where he worked, it was more than big enough for two, and would it be
alright if Mary moved in with him?  Mary seemed as surprised as the rest of
us by his offer.  She jumped up raced around the table and gave him a
massive hug and pleaded with mom to allow her to go and be with Michael.

   Mom, sadly, agreed that she could go with Michael but that they had to
promise to come home every other weekend.  Michael and Mary agreed to her
condition and so the packing started.  It took two weekends to get all of
Mary and Michael's things into the new house but it was done.  The house
had all the necessary basic furniture but mom handed Michael a ten pound
note to help 'set up house'.  Mary, Anne, and mom cried the day that Mary
moved out.  I just hugged her tight for a long time and told her l loved
her with all my heart.

   Mom insisted l move into what used to be the children's bedroom with
Anne and that she would be more than happy with a room of her own.  I think
what may have been closer to the truth is that mom realised that Anne and l
were a couple or as close to that as it's possible to be and she was happy
for us to have our own space and privacy.

   I still had my Sunday washes from mom, she still asked me, less often
than before Anne and l moved into the children's room, to help her cream -
always now by using my arm and balled fist as deep as l could inside her.
She still creamed as hard as she ever did when l did that and often Anne
would also help by pulling hard on moms nipples when l thrust my arm into
her.  Anne told me she loved helping mom cream because it excited her.

   It seems that company headquarters had heard about me and a position
came up in another part of England for an Assistant Manager of a mine and l
was offered the job, along with a substantial pay rise, a two bedroom
company house rent free, and a clothing allowance.  The company also
offered to give me three days off to go and have a look at the mine and
where l would be living.  I took the three days and took Anne and mom with
me.

   This wasn't a village, it was in fact a large town with everything we
would ever need in the way of shops, services, and other amenities (a park,
movie theatre, a play house, and, very importantly for me a branch of the
MI).

   The house was in what could be called 'the good side of town but
certainly what you'd think to find in a good part of town in any of the
bigger cities.

   The house was more than large and good enough for us all.  I think it
was the inside loo and bathroom with large bath that made the largest
impression and made up our minds for us.  Two bedrooms at the top of the
stairs with lots of cupboard space in each room and on the landing -
landings that size were totally new to us as were windows that could open.
Downstairs was a large kitchen with a gas range with two burners and an
oven, benches and a large sink with a tap for fresh water.  We could get
hot water if we wanted from a large 'room' in the garden that had a large
copper for doing the laundry which had a firebox for wood to heat the water
for the laundry or the bath.  There was a small garden at the front and a
small narrow driveway where we could have parked a car if we had one - we
didn't.  There was also a back garden that was larger than the one at the
front but still not big.  There was a wall at the back with a high gate
that led into a narrow lane.  There was also a small shed in the back
garden that had a number of tools in it - spade, digging fork, buckets and
other bits and pieces.

   Mom loved the house, Anne loved the little garden, and l just loved
everything about the house and the town.  I think there wasn't any real
need to talk about my accepting the promotion but l put it to a vote
anyway. We all agreed that l should accept it.  I did.

   The company wanted me there as soon as possible as the previous
Assistant Manager had died suddenly and they need someone to support the
Manager as soon as possible.  The company sent people to move everything
for us from the old to the new house.  We had moved within a few days -
almost before anyone in the village knew.  We left a few hours before the
removalist had finished - the company sent a taxi to take us away.  About
three hours later the truck arrived with our things and before the sun set
we were set up in our new home.

   The company had left us a hamper full of enough food for a few days
which would help give mom and Anne the time to find out where the shops
were.

   First thing the next day l walk to the pit and walked into the office
read to start work.  I must have been expected as the secretary at the from
desk asked if l was Mr.  Thomas XXX the new Assistant Manager.  I said that
l was.  She led me to an office that had the name of my predecessor still
painted on it - which didn't worry me at all.  I was shown into a smallish
office with a desk, filing cabinets, a chair for me and another chair
facing me at the other side of the desk, a window behind me with closed old
dusty curtains, a lamp, and a small tin with a few pencils in it, a
blotting board with green corner cleats to hold the large pieces of
blotting paper in place and other small bits and pieces - just like the
Assistant Managers office at the pit l'd just left.

   I asked the secretary if the Pit Manager was expecting me to see him as
soon as l got in and she said she didn't know.  So the first thing l did
was ask her to inform him that l had arrived at work and would come up to
speed as fast as possible.  Just before she left she asked me how l liked
my tea and l told her strong, hot, and sweet.  That was it - l was now an
Assistant Manager in a British coal mine working for one of the worlds
largest mining company.  I sat there for a few minutes and decided to
start.

   The first thing l did was to pull out all the files in the filing
cabinets and sort then by the last time anything had been add to them. 
Anything that had come in within the last month l read.  If it sounded
important l read deeper into the file and took notes if they involved
complex issues or were too long and detailed for me to remember.  The rest
of the files l left for a better time.

   A while later the tea lady knocked on my door.  I almost forgot to ask
her to come in.  She seemed a little miffed because, l think she'd waited
for me to invite her than she expected.  In front of her was a trolley that
looked exactly the same as the old at the old job.  She looked very similar
to the other tea lady as well - l wondered if all tea ladies looked much
the same.  A few years later in my career with this company and others l
can confirm this is true - all tea ladies are almost exact copies of each
other even done to the surly attitude.  There are others but they are few
and far between and need to be preserved and protected because the good one
can keep the lines of communication open between every person on staff,
they know everything that's happening at the pit, know who's slacking,
who's stealing, who at the Footy match and not home sick as they say.  They
know all the gossip and they also know all and any staff movements before
the are issued by head office it seems.  I believe that is it good tea
ladies who have helped more than any other thing to make so many British
companies as great as they are and l mean that.

   Anyway l got my tea hot, strong, and sugary and two plain tea biscuits
but l was happy none-the-less.  Very happy in fact.  I wasn't called to the
Managers office that day or the next.  I asked the secretary if she'd
passed my message to him and she told me she had.  So l continued to read
the files.  I asked for and received the personnel files of every office
staff member except the Manager.  Starting with the most senior staff and
working down l absorbed every bit of information that l believed was
important and took notes when l thought l would need them to jog my memory.

   I took my notes home at the end of the day but not a single file left
the office which was locked up tight by the guards after the last staff
member had left at the end of the day.  I read through my notes and after
spending half the night on them joined mom and Anne in the sitting room. 
We didn't know that what it was called until the movers asked if they
should put the easy chair in the Sitting Room and mom just nodded and said
'Yes' and that's how we discovered we had one and also what it was called.

   My third day at the mine l spent the first part of the morning memo
rising the plans of the mine shafts.  It's not as simple as some people
think because a coal mine isn't a big hole in the ground.  It's more like a
tangle of pipes that follow the coal seams that wind through the earth
under our feed like tangles hair at times.  But you can't look at it like
that you have to look at it in slices as if you were cutting slices off the
top of a cake a circle at a time and then try and sort out which lines on
one slick match up with another slice as the tunnels slope up and down and
often disappear on one map suddenly appear on another.  This is one way to
draw a complex map of a coal mine - there are others which we don't use
quite as often.

   Once l was happy with my understanding of the tunnel complex under my
feet l told the secretary l was going down into the mine to have a look. 
She looked a bit bewildered and then she said that the old Assistant
Manager had never gone into the mine and neither had the Manager.  I said
that was alright and that l was doing it because l was the new boy and just
wanted to have a look.  She seemed to understand curiosity so l left it at
that.

   I wen looking for the current shift foreman and found him near the
lifts. He was busy yelling down a hand set as l approached him but l stayed
back and pretended not to listen It seemed that they were having problem in
one of the stopes because the pumps were having the same problems they'd
been having for the last few months and the stope kept flooding at regular
intervals why made it a potential danger and interfered with the production
quotas.

   The conversation ended up with the foreman saying he was going to come
down and see what was going on for the 'umpteenth bloody time!' That when l
spoke up and asked him if l could go with him.  To looked me up and down
and asked me 'who the hell l was' and 'why would l want to go bloody go
down there?' I told him l was was and he seemed to accept that l could go
with him but it didn't answer the 'Why.'

   He led me to a place where l could get knitted up, pointed to a locker
where l could put my office clothes, gave me a mask with a short 10 minute
oxygen supply in case it was needed, and a hard hat with a battery attached
that kept a small lamp alight when it was switched on.  He issued a set of
instruction which were basically 'Do what l tell you immediately.  If the
lights go out turn your lamp on.  If l tell you to do so turn on your
oxygen supply and he then showed me how to turn on the lamp and the oxygen
supply.  Stay close all the time but do not get in my way.  All of these
instructions seemed sensible to me so l just nodded and said nothing.

   Just before we got in the lift our names were taken and written into a
log book along with our titles.  The trip down the lift was terrifying but
l didn't tear any muscles in my arms hanging onto the side of the cage much
to my relief.  Once the cage stopped is when l first felt the heat.  I'd
never realised how hot it is down a mine.  Temperature above 120 degree
aren't uncommon and within seconds l was drenched in perspiration.  The
foreman strode off at a fast pace and l followed as best l could.  We
walked for about fifteen minutes and then the ceiling lights ran out and we
had to turn on our Headlamps.  We kept going and in the distance we could
hear faint voices.  About five minutes later we started to walk through
shallow water which started, slowly, to get deeper.  By the time we came
upon a group of five men the water was up to our knees.  They were
struggling with a pump that was attached to a skid most of which was under
water.  These pumps either work on air pressure or electricity.  This one
was electric and it was obviously been a problem.  It had been to the
workshop a number of times but the problem hadn't been fixed.  The foreman
was obviously fuming.  He cursed the workmen who had failed to fix it the
last three times and told the crew to get it back to the shop to get
repaired again.  Then he turned to walk away.  I quickly asked if l could
stay and have a quick look at the pump myself.  He grunted but given l was
the Assistant Manager l think he had to agree and then he strode off.

   I wasn't an qualified engineer or even accountant at that stage but l
knew a little bit about this model pump - we had them at the old mine and
some, not all, of them had this problem from new but if you knew the cure
they were easy to fix and there was an old guy in the workshop there who
knew the trick and had taught the other men in the workshop how to fix
them. I'd also been told because l: see to like going to the workshop after
l'd started my engineering courses and the men like that one of the office
people was interested in then and their work.

   The problem was that one particular seal on the electric socket
connection wasn't we'll made and sometimes a litle thicker at one place. 
If new ones were put in they would work for a while but slowly that extra
thickest would break the water tight seal and the pump would stop working.

   I asked the men to please give me the tools they had.  I turned off the
electricity switch on the pump - it was dead anyway as the fuse above
ground would have been tripped when it fused.  I unscrewed the cable cover,
where the problem was and pulled out the seal.  I felt carefully around the
round d seal feeling for the thickened part.  It's not easy to find but you
can find it if you persist.  I asked if any of them had a sharp knife and
could l borrow it for a second.  They were all looking very closely at what
l was doing so l stopped trying to fix it and passed the seal to one of the
men.  'Feel it all around' l told him.  'Be careful and feel for where it
gets thicker.  Tell me when you feel it.' He took a little while but find
it he did.  His eyes opened a little wider when he did find it and he gave
me a smile.  I asked him to pass it to the next man and told him to do the
same.  Finally all five men had found the swollen part.  I then told them
that the next step was not as easy and that was to scrape the swelling down
with a sharp blade until it seemed to disappear.  So l scrapped the seal
gently until l though and felt that it was the same all around.  I then
passed it back to one of the men and asked if he could now feel the
swelling.  None of the could.  I handed the knife back to its owner.  Dried
the socket and plug and screw the together to create, what would hopefully
be, a more permanent seal.  I then asked one of the men to get to the
nearest underground phone and call the switch house to turn out power back
on and to then come back and less us (us NOT me) know.  A few minutes later
he came hurrying back and we switched the pump back on.  It started to
operate as is would normally have done.  I asked the men how long did the
pump normally last before it failed and they said anything from a few hours
to a few days but mostly a few days.  I suggested they inform the foreman
that they had got the pump working and thought they might have fixed the
problem.  I also suggested that they let me know if it failed again.  I
then asked if one of them could direct me back to the lift cage so l could
get back to the office and start working like l was paid to do - that made
them laugh and smile.

   I finished work that day feeling very happy with myself.  I also noticed
the group of miners l had worked with down the pit and gave them a friendly
wave as they passed.  They all smiled and waved back and patted each other
on the back and walked out of the gate talking to the others who were next
to them.  It was unusual for office staff, especially any managers, to talk
or socialise with the workers but today l think l'd broken the ice and my
job would be a lot easier from here on than it might have been and l was
right in that belief as time would tell.

   I was very excited when l got home and told mom and Anne what had
happened.  They were very happy for me but told me that l had not been a
particularly 'good member of the family' as they put it since I'd started
work.  I understood what they meant and promised l'd do better.  That
evening we played together after dinner and well into the night.  My
success had given me the enthusiasm and energy l needed to perform as a
dutiful son and brother.

   My career moved forward quickly and within a few years I was Mine
Manager and a couple of years after that I applied and got a position in
South America in charge of a large of a mine in Cesar, Columbia.

   It was easy for, officially, leave England with Kate as my sister and
enter Columbia as my wife.  We had the same family names on our passports
and no one questioned that she was or wasn't my wife.  The house the
company gave me as our home was amazing and far finer than any home we had
ever lived in before.  I had a car and driver, gardeners, a butler, and
other servants and we wanted for nothing.  Life was good.

   But it all came to an end after a year or so when Kate told me she was
going to leave mother and I and go home to England.  Nothing we could do
would change her mind and she didn't want either of us to go back with her.
She told us she wanted a life of her own and so she walked out of our
lives. As you can imagine this ripped the life out of mother and I and my
work suffered as did the rest of our lives.  Within six months I had
resigned and mother and I went back home to England.

   We searched for Kate but never found her.  Money wasn't a problem for
us. We lived well in a nice area of Devon and never wanted for anything
other than for Kate to come home.

   I write this over 30 years later and in that time I have spent time with
my sisters and brother and their families.  They come during the summer
some years to stay and they all seem to love being with us.  They all know
what happened in Columbia and feel as sad as mother and I.

   We still feel sad every day but we do the best we can.  There is nothing
more to say.

   Thomas became a patient of mine soon after he returned to England after
his time in South America and I asked him to write his story.  A few months
later I received a letter explaining that writing his history had helped
him come to terms with what had happened and that he now felt much better
and would not be coming to see me again.  However, that wasn't exactly true
as his mother died and he made contact again.  We had a few more sessions
that seemed to help him a lot and we then parted ways for the last time.  I
have no idea how he is today and I have no address or contact details so
the case ends there unless he makes another appearance.