The war was over, and I'm talking the "big" war, WWII. My father was home from the navy and as were most sailors her was thirsty for life, love and happiness and figured that all three of those could be rolled up and spread out on any bed all in one package called women. In this monumental conceptual philosophy of life my big sister was conceived and was born in '47. I stayed a gleam in my dear ol' dad's eye until the winter of '50 when I was cast upon the semen sea to fend for myself in the deep dark channel womb. It was a tough swim but I made it! I was born in the hot summer of '51.
In the early years most all I remember was living out on a West Texas farm in the middle of nowhere at the end of a dirt road that only came to our place. The dirt was red and hard and the wind was hot and dry. I can remember being bathed in a wash tub in the kitchen floor using water that was carried in from the well and heated on a wood burning stove. We milked our cows, churned our own butter and sometimes had bacon if there was a pig to be slaughtered. Chickens were everywhere so eggs were plentiful and fried chicken too! I'm not too sure how long we lived on the farm with my grandparents but it was a while.
By the time I was 5, in the mid 1950's life was pretty good for most people. We weren't any exception. By '53 my parents had separated and by '55 the inevitable divorce was final. My mother raised us by hard work and economical and judicious use of the money she earned. I was pretty young but I wasn't blind nor stupid. There were always men around too.
My mother was one of 9 children. There were 7 sisters and 2 brothers. All were born and raised by a tough dirt scratch farmer and his wife out in the middle of the Texas plains. Life WAS tough out on the farm. There was never a shortage of work to be done nor time enough in the day to get everything done. It was an endless life of work and drudgery just to get by until the next day. It wasn't glamorous by any means. In the late '40's speculators had started drilling everywhere and dirty old oil was discovered just about anywhere you could spit in Texas and Oklahoma. Wells popped up everywhere.
My grandparents were no exception. Oil was discovered on the farm too. But we didn't go from shoe less dirt farm kids to Cadillac driving near do wells either. The wells on the farm did good and there was money but it wasn't what the movies make it out to be. Basically what it meant was the my grandfather didn't need to plow from sun up to sun down every day of his life any more. He could sit at a folding table in the front room and smoke and play dominoes with some of his neighbors. Grandma got a new gas stove to cook on and the feed for the animals was BOUGHT at the feed store in town instead of gathered carefully from the fields. Corncobs were replaced by actual paper designed expressly for the purpose. It was a better world but the richness wasn't what people thought.
A secondary effect of the oil was to free the slaves. The farm slaves, born on the farm all the brothers and sisters were farm workers and as farm hands belonging to the owners were forced to work for the greater good of the farm and be a built in supply of labor to support the family. If any of the children ran off they were summarily hunted down by the sheriff and brought right back to the farm unless they were 18 or older. The children were finally free. Free to roam the country and seek out the life they dreamed of having. All of them left the farm after the oil was pumping.
I can tell you that my mothers life wasn't what she had dreamed it would or could be when she was 15 and still fresh on the farm. She moved to the big city just to get work. The job she eventually landed was based on experience. Pressing clothes in a dry cleaners. It was hard, hot work with long hours for minimum wages. We got by but didn't have anything. Oddly enough us two kids didn't realize we were dirt poor. We ate a LOT of beans and cornbread and enjoyed it. Mom worked,we went to school and everything was great. Time passed like that for a while. She was impregnated at 16 and had my sister, married my father after 4 years became pregnant with me. Then summarily divorced my father and went out on her own.
Youth was not wasted on me. I was the only male in a 5 woman household basically. There was my mom Millie, my aunt Marge and aunt Georgia as well as my older sister Mary. My sister grew up fast and married while still in high school, she was still quite young but very headstrong too and left the nest as soon as she could. Absolutely nothing physical ever happened with the women before I was 18 I am sorry to say. I suppose the very early years of a man's life is what places him on a path of later desires maybe but at the time I was just having fun and had no idea what was going on with me.
Odd how small things like those incidents molded my conception of the woman of my fantasies. At 18, it initially wasn't my Mother or my aunts either but a sort of general face woman with shoulder length hair and medium build on top and slim hips. Before, I'm not sure I ever thought about a woman totally naked back then because although there was Playboy, it just still didn't show anything below the waist except maybe the faint impression of pubic hair under the gauze of semi sheer underwear. That's it. So since I had never seen what a woman's bottom looked like it was left to my imagination to try to place it in my fantasies. Oh, by then though I had discovered the Playboy Forum too.
The Forum was in it's infancy when I first started to read it and there were a LOT of the entries that just simply were fantastic reading for a teen but also totally unbelievable to any thinking human being. The proverbial VW bus load of nubile naked college cheerleaders picking up a geek and ravishing him repeatedly over a 4 day holiday weekend comes to mind here. Fantasy fuel only and at a cheap price too! But it was educational as I learned words like Gay, Lesbian, cunnilingus, analingus, and my all time favorite coitus. It was funny because it took me a long time to understand what coitus meant as there was never an explanation in the Forum and I just took it to mean that it was a generally understood word to everyone...except me. I nearly fell over when I finally got it! Coitus was fucking! Holy cow!
This was my life of learning about sex by reading about it from Playboy and friends! Of course at 18 I had just graduated high school and already had a good job lined up. A neighbor from just down the street had fixed me up with a job working on the highway maintenance crew. It had really started the summer before as a summer only job but once I was close to graduation I was asked to come back full time as a regular employee. The job was 7 to 4 daily with weekends off. It was good money too as I was earning a wage that older men were supporting their families on. Not too bad for an 18 year old kid!
I had graduated no where near the top of my class and was just lucky to have a neighbor that liked me. The job was hard labor and outside work consisting of manual labor like shoveling caleche or pre-mix paving material into holes in the highway or operating the jack hammer and tearing up concrete for inspections of underground utilities and that type thing. I also was expected to drive a 6 ton dump truck with some precision and also learn to operate some heavy equipment such as front end loaders and back hoes and such. It was a great job for me and like I said it paid well.
My mother wasn't really too impressed with me working yet as I had just graduated and since my schedule for work very closely matched my school schedule she really didn't see the difference until I got that first paycheck and left her half the money on her bedroom nightstand.
