I let my hand slide down my father's body as we kissed, my hand drawn to his cock. I slipped my hand inside the fly hole of his pyjamas and took a firm hold of his cock and I started to rub him gently.

"Are you worried about having a baby?"

"I don't think so...why?"

"Well, your grandmother thinks that you finished your last period about two weeks ago and that means that I could have already made you pregnant when we were in the bathtub together."

Well, that caused me to stop rubbing his cock...Mary had mentioned just how dangerous it would be to have sex two weeks after my period...then I remembered that Mary's father had fucked me earlier and left a full deposit in my pussy and then, just thirty minutes later, my dad had fucked me from behind as I bent over in the shadow of the crane housing, my dad hadn't climaxed into me that time but Mary had told me that a man is releasing his semen from the first second he puts his cock in your body...so, with all that sex that I'd already had today, I could easily be pregnant and the father could be my dad or Mary's dad.

I started rubbing his cock again, "So, I could already be pregnant then...you know, after what we did in the bath tub?"

"You could be...but if the thought of having a baby so young frightens you, you don't have to worry, your mother can take care of that sort of thing but if you are pregnant, I'd really love for you to have the baby, I've always wanted a son!"

"What do you mean, mum can take care of it?"

"Just after Ann was born, we were all living in Southampton, I was working in the dockyards unloading cargo ships. I wanted a son but your mother and I agreed to leave trying for a while, at least until Ann was eighteen months old, so we were being very careful...well, an African cargo ship came into the docks and while I was working on unloading their cargo, the crew went into town and gang raped your mother...well, they gang raped several women in town, they were like a pack of animals. When your mother didn't have her usual monthly bleed, she just knew that the baby would be black because we'd been so careful together. Anyway, she went to a backstreet abortionist and had the problem taken care of...unfortunately, the woman who carried out the abortion didn't use any sterilised equipment and she used water straight from the pump...didn't boil it. In the end we found out that the woman had given your mother an infection in her womb so now she can't have any more children."

"Well, if you did make me pregnant this evening, I'll have the baby for you."

"If I do make you pregnant, you can't become too attached to the baby because we'll have to say it is ours, your mother's and mine if it's a boy..."

"And if I carry a girl?"

"If you carry a girl...well, then, we'll have to leave it on the steps of the church for the parish to bring up, we can't afford any more girls!"

"You still didn't explain how mum would take care of it...did you mean that she'd take me to a backstreet abortionist like she went to?"

"No, your mother has learnt how to perform the abortions herself, she does it properly, uses sterilised equipment, she boils the water and she adds salt to it as well so that there is no chance of any infection."

Well, my thirteenth birthday was turning out to be full of surprises, sex was a massive surprise, the fact that everyone seemed to be...

The sounds of my mother being fucked in the bedroom below me stopped with a massive crescendo of noise from her and then there was silence and I could get back to my train of thought.

...at it, sex was everywhere, how the hell had I managed to live for thirteen years without coming across it before...especially as it seemed that my mother was a working prostitute, she was servicing a customer at that very moment for five shillings...

The bedsprings below started to squeak and squeal again but this time, the gasping woman was my grandmother, the man my mother had brought home was now fucking her mother.

My dad lifted the front of my night dress high above my waist, "Well, would you like to try for a baby with me?"

"Yes."

I wondered if I should mention that I'd already had sex with his boss and could already be pregnant with his boss's baby...I turned that thought down, my father's baby...his boss's baby...it didn't really matter to me, if it was a boy, it would be his son, no matter who deposited the seed and if it was a girl, then it wouldn't matter anyway as a girl would be handed over to a childless family to bring her up.

My dad rolled over on top of me, he hadn't even bothered to take his pyjamas off, he just fucked me through the open fly in his pyjama bottoms. As he fucked me there was another silent patch from below and then my grandmother started groaning with pleasure. My dad grunted and I felt warmth in my belly as he spurted into me while my grandmother built up towards another climax.

I thought it was all over but my grandmother was still making fucking sounds, my dad pulled out of me, he slipped back down the bed a foot or so and then he lifted my knees and pulled them apart, pushing them up, close to my chest and then he dipped his head down and started licking between my legs, his tongue and teeth rubbed and scrapped over my pleasure button and he caused me to have a screaming climax. I heard my mother pant, "Your time is up...you've had your hour...you have to finish off now..."

I was at screaming point and it dawned on me that whatever I could hear of my mother's fucking and talking from below, she could hear from me above her...she would know exactly what my dad was doing to me.

I listened to the clumping feet below me as the man walked around my mother's bedroom getting dressed, his footsteps down the stairs and then the door from the kitchen to the back yard closing with a clunk. My dad kissed me one last time and he left me to climb down from my orgasm.

I heard my dad and mother talking, my dad told her about earlier, when I'd told him that now that I was thirteen I needed to learn how to look after a man for when I got married and how I'd helped him in the bath tub...in graphic detail and how I'd told him that I'd be happy to try and give him a son.

I'd thought that my mother would be really mad at my father and me because he had admitted to fucking me and trying to get me pregnant but instead, there was the sound of fucking all over again.

I have no idea how long I lay awake listening to my mother and father fucking but I must have fallen asleep before they finished...it came as a shock to my system when my mother called up from the bottom of the stairs that it was time for me to wake up.

I reached across the bed to shake Ann, she always needed shaking violently to wake her up, but instead of Ann in the bed next to me, all I found was an Ann shaped depression on the mattress, I looked at the window, it was light outside, yesterday, on my birthday, it had been dark when I was called down to breakfast. I almost ran down to the kitchen in my night dress, I looked straight at the mantle clock, if that was right, it was ten o'clock in the morning and I was over an hour late for school.

"Where's Ann?"

"She's at school!"

"You didn't wake me, I'm late now."

There was a very thick slice of bread that had been buttered on both side and then grilled in a frying pan. I was given that and a pot of jam, jam that my grandmother had made, jam that was in very short supply all over the country because of the strict rationing in the country in wartime. I'd never questioned where my grandmother got the soft fruit or the sugar from, I just loved being able to eat jam almost whenever I wanted to.

"Why didn't you wake me for school?"

My grandmother stood up, she looked at my mother and said, "I'm popping out, don't forget that you have to go and 'Do for' Mr Orton this morning so I'll have the house to myself for a couple of hours."

My gran pulled a red silk scarf out of her coat pocket, it was a headscarf but she didn't wrap it around her head, she draped it over her shoulders and tied it loosely around her neck. I looked at her face, she was forty years old but the way she had painted her face and styled her hair, she looked closer to my mother's twenty-seven years than her real age.

My mother smiled at her mother and Said, "Good luck mum..." then she turned back to me, "...you wanted to start to learn how to look after a man for when you get married and now that you've started to try for a baby for your father and me, you can't keep going to school."

"But I won't get my general school certificate if I stop going to school."

"You won't need one, your husband won't ask to see one...that's for damned sure."

I finished my open faced jam sandwich and my mother told me to get dressed.

"Where am I going?"

"You're coming with me...I'm going to 'Do for' old Me Orton this morning and you're going to learn what it takes to look after a man."

I dressed quickly, the same vest, the same skirt and the same blouse that I'd worn to school yesterday. We didn't have enough clothes to change very often and we only had a half a day a week to use the laundry room and in England, it could take two or three days to dry a weeks wash.

Now, my mother was going to 'Do for' old Mr Orton, to 'Do for' someone took many forms, my mother cleaned for Mr Orton, she might also do a spot of shopping for him or do his laundry. Mr Orton lived in the same kind of house as us, just three large rooms, one on each floor but he lived in his kitchen, his bed was in there because he was too old and frail to climb the stairs, the most he was able to do for himself was to get out of bed to sit on the pot that lived under his bed but he couldn't take it to the privy to empty it, that was a job for his cleaner.

Mum put the kettle on the range as soon as we got there, she started dusting around all of his flat surfaces while the kettle boiled and then she made a pot of tea and while it brewed, she swept the floor, then my mother poured Mr Orton a cup of tea and helped him to sit up in bed to drink it, she spent just over half an hour cleaning his kitchen in total and then said, "Right, I've finished cleaning and dusting, do you need a bed bath today Mr Orton?"

He smiled at her and nodded his head, my mother folded his blankets down, exposing his upper body...or rather, his pyjama jacket.

She told me to use a little of the hot water from the kettle in a basin. I had to cool the water down a little so that it didn't burn him. Mum unbuttoned his pyjama jacket, "This looks like it needs washing!"

She threw his pyjama jacket on the floor. We used carbolic soap and rags to wash his upper body, I washed his left hand side and my mother his right. We soaped him and then washed the soap off again with just water. And then we dried him between us.

"Right Mr Orton, is that all you need washing...or do you want your lower body washing as well?"

"All over please, June."

My mother folded the blankets down further, exposing his feet, "Lift please!"

Mr Orton lifted his bottom and my mother pulled his pyjama bottoms down. I looked straight at his cock, tiny, shrivelled little thing. My mother moved down to his feet, I followed, expecting to wash his left foot, while she washed his right but she stopped me, "You wash his tummy and down his legs, we'll meet in the middle somewhere. I used the washcloth to wash his stomach and abdomen then my mother said, "Don't use the washcloth to wash his cock and balls, lather your hands and just use them to wash him carefully...oh, and don't forget to pull back his foreskin and wash under there well!"

As I washed his cock, it grew from one inch long to around five inches but it wasn't very fat. I saw my mother smile, "Looks like you've got a proper 'Sixpenny one' there Mr Orton!"

"Yes, I think I'll need a little help with it..."

Would you prefer me or my daughter to do that for you Mr Orton?"

He looked at my face and his grin widened.

"Right Edie, clean the soap off of Mr Orton's cock, he'll pay you sixpence to suck his cock until he cums in your mouth...and you have to swallow it all down or no sixpence!"

I sucked his cock while my mother finished washing his legs, he dribbled, rather than exploded into my mouth and although it tasted a little foul, I swallowed it all down.

We'd been in the house for just an hour, my mother got a shilling, that was the rate of pay for a woman for an hours work at the cotton mill and I got sixpence for myself for sucking his dick.

We stood at Mr Orton's front door, my mother took a red silk head scarf out of her bag and she wrapped it around her neck, the way that her mother had done earlier, we walked the length of West Cotton Close, turned and walked back towards home, about a half way along West Cotton Close there was a small clock makers company and they had one of their clocks hanging down in front of their factory, all of the locals used that clock to check their own timepieces against...my father often took our mantle out to that factory if the spring had wound down in the night, he would wind it up again and then reset the time, using the factory clock.

We were twenty feet past the clock and heading back towards home when a businessman stepped in front of my mother, he was a typical business man, pinstriped suit, bowler hat and black furled umbrella...he tipped his hat to my mother and said, "Good afternoon Madam, do you have the time?"

I couldn't believe that he'd asked that question, we were just twenty feet away from the largest clock in the world...well, the largest clock in Northampton at any rate, and he was facing the clock, I looked over my shoulder and was just about to say 'Five minutes past twelve!' when my mother jumped in with, "I have the time but it will cost two shillings outside against a wall or five shillings in my bed!"

My mind did that double, 'oh'...'OH!' kind of thing, it was another nuanced reference to sex and my mother wanted two shillings to screw alfresco against a wall somewhere or five shillings to screw at home in her own bed.

He tipped his hat again, "I believe that I have two shillings that are unaccounted for!"

My mother untied the scarf from around her neck and pushed it into her handbag, she walked arm in arm with the man down towards the east side of the mill and down the eastern steps to the canal towpath. Nothing had been said to me, no mention of what I should do next, and that being unsaid, I just followed my mother and the businessman a few feet behind them.

I watched as the bargee sitting on the back of the first barge in the line to be unloaded watched my mother and her customer walk past, he knew exactly where they were going and what they were going to do and he had a massive grin on his face, then he spotted me and he jumped off the back of the barge and stood in my way, "I see that you came back...how are your knees today?"

I hadn't recognised him from the night before but he had obviously recognised me, the only differences between today and last night were that he was closer to the wharf and it was light...and of course, I wasn't flat on my face on the towpath.

He kissed me and reached for my breast with his right hand, gave it a good hard squeeze, he was just rubbing between my legs with his left hand when there was a shout from the wharf.

"Ahoy there...Pride of Kent...come forward, you're next!"

I pulled my mouth away from his, I looked at the barge, 'Pride of Kent' was painted on the side, then I looked behind me, the voice had come from Mr Cooper, my father's boss and my school friend Mary's father.

The bargee said, "Damned, come back again next week!"

I watched him connect his horse to the towrope and he jumped back on his barge to steer it away from the bank as the horse pulled the heavy boat towards the crane standing on the wharf.

By the time I caught up with my mother and the businessman, she had her back to the pier holding up the railway bridge, I watched as she looked both ways before squatting down in front of the man, she opened the buttons holding his fly closed and then she looked surprised, she opened the button at the waistband of his trousers and opened each side like they were upside down curtains and then she pulled his underpants down and hiked them under his balls...no wonder she looked surprised, you could walk around our area for a month and never see a pair of men's underpants hanging on a washing line, local men just didn't wear them, they just relied on their shirt tails to cover their intimate bits...the only exception was, like me, when they went to church, if they owned underpants, they would put them on to go to church in.

I watched as she pulled his foreskin back and inspected his cock all over and then she leaned in and took his cock in her mouth. His cock looked to be around seven inches long but not very fat, her mouth stopped with two inches of his cock still outside her mouth. It looked like my mother was shaking her head but she was just making the final alignment and her lips slipped that last two inches until her nose bumped into his abdomen and her top lip buried in his hairy bush and her bottom lip pressed into his 'Nut-sack'.

She only sucked him for a few seconds before standing upright again. She leaned back against the wall and lifted the front of her skirt and petticoats up above her waist. He leaned in and pressed his belly against hers, he tried to kiss her as he inserted his cock into her fanny but she turned her face away from his so that he couldn't kiss her on her lips.

It seemed strange to me that she'd take his cock in her mouth...she'd take his cock in her cunt, but she wouldn't let his lips touch hers. He was fucking her slowly, there was no sense of urgency, even though he was fucking a woman against a brick wall in broad daylight with the chance of someone walking past at any moment. Because his lips weren't occupied, his mind wandered lower, he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, unlike me, my mother didn't wear a vest under her blouse, she actually owned a bra, he lifted the cups of her bra above her breasts and as he fucked, he nuzzled his mouth against her tits.

He spent twenty minutes before he sped things up and finally finished off in her, as soon as he'd emptied his balls, my mother stepped off of his rapidly shrinking cock and sank down into a crouch again, she sucked his cock clean and as she did, she put her tits back into her bra and fastened a few buttons of her blouse closed.

He walked past me closing his fly, he stopped closing the buttons long enough to tip his hat and wish me a good afternoon. Mum linked her arm in mine again and we continued towards our house. As we reached the end of the bridge pier, the local constable ran into us, bouncing my mother onto the floor on her backside. He'd obviously heard the man bellowing through his orgasm and had run down to the canal to try and catch the people fucking on his patch.

I helped my mother back to her feet and we walked along again, "Mum, since you finished your shift at the mill last night, you've earned as much from having sex and doing for Mr Orton...my question is, why work hard for eight hours at the mill five days a week when you can earn just as much from just a few hours of sex?"

"You know Elizabeth Palmer?"

"Is she the one from the big house on the corner?"

"That's her...well, everyone thinks her husband was called up and went to Africa to fight...what actually happened was, her neighbours reporter her to the police for being a whore, they set up a trap for her, she offered an undercover police man sex for money, she got a fifty shilling fine for importuning and because neither of them had a 'Proper' job, her husband got eighteen months hard labour for living off her immoral earnings."

"That seems weird, she got a fifty shilling fine for being a prostitute but he got eighteen months in prison just because his wife was a prostitute."

"She didn't get a fine for being a prostitute, it isn't illegal to be a prostitute but it is illegal to offer a man sex for money...and the reason she got caught was because they had more than their neighbours and they didn't have to work for it so they got reported. If I got caught for something like that, because your father works for a living, they can't claim that he's living on my immoral earnings."

"I would have thought that prostitution would have been illegal!"

"Well it isn't...and all of our neighbours know that I earn a little extra money from prostitution, hell, I give local men and boys a hefty discount, I charge them the same to use me in my bed as I charge strangers to screw me out in the street."

We reached home and went into the kitchen, there was a pound of butter on the kitchen table, there was also a block of cheese that had to be all of two pounds in weight...that was unusual because we had our cheese ration for the week on Monday, five people living in the house meant that we could have ten ounces of cheese a week, the two pound block was the ration for fourteen people, the butter was the ration for seven people, and we'd had that on Monday as well.

There was a gasp from above, a man bellowing through an orgasm...I'd only really known about sex for twenty hours but I knew the sounds a man made when he was in the throes of his orgasm.

There was the sound of movement above, footsteps crossing my mother's bedroom and then re-crossing, the sounds of someone getting dressed above my head. I followed the sound of heavy boots now, crossing the room from the window side of the room to the stairs down to the kitchen.

Mr Prendergast stepped off of the stairs with my grandmother right on his heels, "Afternoon ladies!" he said as he straightened his tie and put his flat cap on his head.

He left the house, walking past the kitchen window with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. My gran picked up the butter, "A pound of butter, that's two shillings, the cheese was a shilling a pound last week, so there's another two shillings and I've got four pounds of sugar so that I can make some more jam...all in all, I think I've taken goods to the value of six shillings from Mr Prendergast in payment for an hour of my time."

My mother smiled at her, "Butter, cheese and sugar for sex and not a food coupon in sight!"