Date: Tue, 28 Apr 2009 21:59:56 +0000
From: A. B. <wildcard100@hotmail.com>
Subject: Helping Mommy - Part 5

Usual Disclaimer:

This is fiction. Don't read it if you don't like incest or underage sex. In
fact, if you don't like that sort of thing, what are you doing here in the
first place?

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Part 5

We got back to Richard's place in a flash. All I remember of the drive was
Richard's hands all over me. Up my skirt, pushing my panties aside, fingers
devling into the folds of my wet hungry cunt.  His big strong hands
squeezing my milky tits and making them leak even more.  I'd been stroking
Richard's soft cock as he drove and several times he'd had to swerve,
narrowly avoiding an accident, and my blouse was soaked and he'd gotten
hard again by the time we pulled into his driveway.  He awkwardly shoved
his prick back into his pants as we got out, not even bothering to zip up
his fly. We practically fell inside the house once he'd fumbled the door
open, kissing each other madly and stripping our clothes off as we went.
Suddenly, Richard broke our kiss and stepped back, "Oh shit," he said, "we
forgot about the kids!"

"Fuck!"  I siad in frustration. I looked around but didn't see them
anywhere in the living room or TV room. We straightened our clothes the
best we could and went to look for them. We finally found them in Mandy's
room and we both stood there with our mouths open. The three of them were
fast asleep in Mandy's bed...their arms and legs tangled around each
other. Chrissy was wearing what obviously must have been one of Mandy's
nightgowns. A cherry red babydoll negligee with no panties. Mandy was
completely naked with her legs lewdly spread wide open. Her cunt still
glistening with her juices and one hand on Chrissy's little pricklett.  And
Mike...oh my god...Mike was wearing a virginal white training bra and
pantyhose with two holes torn in the front and BACK!  He lay on his side
with one leg draped over Mandy and as I looked closer I could see what I
swore was cum leaking out of his pink puckered little asshole.  Suddenly
behind us we heard a voice say, "Oh shit!"

Richard and I turned as though shocked with a cattle prod and there in
front of us stood a naked boy about 14 years old. He had longish blond hair
that was unkempt and hung almost to his shoulders and a tight well muscled
swimmer's physique. He had no hair on his body except for a light dusting
of peachfuzz around his good sized cock.  His prick was soft but looked
like it would grow to a respectable 6-plus inches when hard.  He had
piercing blue eyes and a full sensuous mouth that looked like it belonged
on a girl and a gold stud earring in his right ear. The general impression
I got from him in the instant before Richard reacted was "surfer dude".
Then Richard had his hand around the boy's throat and had him pressed
against the wall. The thump he made woke the other kids and they looked
around sleepily. Mandy was the first to react, jumping out of bed and
screaming, "Daddy! Leave him alone!"

Mike grabbed the blankets and was trying to cover himself while
Chrissy...dear sweet innocent Chrissy...just sat there looking around
quizzically.  "Who the fuck are and what did you do to my kids you little
shit!" Richard shouted. "Daddy, let him go!" Mandy yelled again.  "He's my
boyfriend!"  I managed to step in and pulled Richard's hands from the
shocked boy's throat saying, "Richard, let him go before you hurt him."

"Hurt him! I'm going to KILL HIM!" Richard screamed.  I tugged on Richard's
arms again and when he looked in my face he relented. He let the boy go and
took a step back. Mandy, not realizing her nakedness in front of her
father...or perhaps not caring...hugged the boy who had slid to the
floor. "Someone better start explaining fast," Richard said. I pulled
Richard back another step so he wouldn't be able to grab the boy again
easily and said, "Why don't all you kids get dressed and meet us in the
kitchen." Richard looked at me as if I'd grown another head and then looked
at his daughter and son. Richard's face turned beet red as did Mike's who
was still trying to hide himself beneath the blankets. I pulled Richard
with me to the kitchen and we sat looking at each other. He started to talk
several times but the poor dear just didn't know where to begin.

A few minutes later the kids came into the kitchen and sat down. Mandy was
wearing a long cotton nightdress. Mike was in shorts and a tshirt as was
the other boy, but Chrissy...the little minx...was still wearing the
babydoll nighty, except that he'd put on a pair of yellow cotton
panties. Not the same ones, I noticed, that he'd worn when he'd gotten
dressed to come over here.  Mandy did most of the talking. She introduced
us to the boy, who's name was Paul. She explained that they'd been seeing
each other for over two months and, when Richard asked, she admitted that
they'd been having sex. I thought Richard was going to blow a gasket when
she told him. His face got as red as Chrissy's nighty but he held his
tongue. Mandy went on to explain that Paul had been coming over since that
first night we'd gone out and that they'd had sex while Chris and Mike were
in the other room playing video games. Paul had noticed Chris' panties
peeking out of his shorts and mentioned it to Mandy. Mandy said she'd known
about Chris wearing panties from the first time he'd come over but she
asked Paul not to say anything because she didn't want to embaress Chris
and didn't know how Mike might react to the news that his best friend was a
little sissy.  My heart melted for Mandy when she said that and I felt a
warmth of deep affection for this lovely young girl spread through my body.

She went on to explain that as she and Paul talked about Chris wearing
panties she realized it was turning Paul on. Paul finally admitted to her
that he thought he was bi and was turned on by the idea of wearing girl's
clothes. They decided to try it out and Paul put on a pair of panties a bra
and one of Mandy's dresses. They were making out on her bed like that when
Chris and Mike walked in to ask her something. Mike was shocked by what he
saw but Chrissy...well...Chrissy being Chrissy said, "Oh cool...you like
wearing dresses too!"  Mike blushed deep red and Mandy began to tell Mike
that he shouldn't be upset with Chris and that there was nothing wrong with
dressing up sometimes when Mike stopped her and said he'd known that Chris
liked to wear panties because he'd seen them peeking out of his shorts
too. In fact, Mike told us that when he first discovered Chris wearing
panties he'd asked Chriss and Chris had pulled his shorts down and shown
him. Mike was more shocked over seeing his sister naked and making out with
Paul than he was with the fact that Paul was wearing Mandy's dress.  It was
then that Paul said he'd noticed that Mike's cock was tenting out the front
of his shorts, as was Chrissy's. Paul admitted that the next thing was his
idea and he apologized profusely and begged Richard not to get him in
trouble. "We'll see about that,"Richard said, "What was your idea?"

"I...well...I was kinda horny and turned on and so was Mandy and Mike and
Chris and....well...I...I just thought...w-we could all just...have some
fun together. So I whispered to Mandy and asked her if she'd be cool with
inviting Mike and Chris to join us and...well...like...the next thing I
know she's holding out her arms and Chris ran over to her and she pulled
down his pants and took my hand and...oh shit...I'm so sorry Mrs. ummm..."

"You can just call me Pam," I said.

"Oh..."  Paul replied sheepishly, "well...um...I'm sorry Mrs...er..Pam...I
know it was wrong forme to do that to your son but I..."

"It's ok Paul," reassured him. "Chris..." How did I explain that I'd taken
Chris' cherry long before this boy had ever met him. "Chris...knows about
sex and is perfectly cabable of saying no if he'd wanted to. I assume he
didn't say 'no'?" I could feel Richard's eyes boring into me without having
to look.

"No...I mean yes...I mean no...he didn't say no or nothing. He wanted to do
it," Paul said, "and so did Mike.  When Mike saw me jerking off Chris he
pulled his pants down too and came over and Mandy began to stroke
him. mandy asked him if he liked that and Mike said 'Hell yeah'!
Well...one thing led to another and...well...we wound up having sex
together and trying on Mandy's clothes.  We've been doing it ever since
whenever you guys go out and this time...we...just kinda lost track of
time.  I was in the bathroom when you guys came in and didn't hear you
and...well...you know the rest." Paul finished and hung his head in
embaressment.

Before Richard could say anything I had to ask one question. "Paul...I want
to ask you something and I would like a straight answer." Paul looked at me
expectantly. "Did you show Chris how to finger someone's asshole?"

"Richard couldn't keep quiet any longer. "W-what?," he
said. "What...why...why would you ask that?"

"Shush Richard," I said gently. "It's just a question. Well Paul?"

Paul couldn't look me in the eye. He hung his head and his face was bright
red with embaressment. "Um...kinda," he whispered.

"Kinda?" I asked.

"Well...Mandy...I'm sorry Mr. Morgan...Mandy likes it when I finger her ass
so that first time we messed around she asked me to show Chris and Mike how
to do it to her."

"That's IT. I've had it!" Richard shouted. "We're done! You..." he said
pointing at Paul, "...get out of this house, Now!"

"Daddy! No..please don't!" Mandy cried.

"Don't?  Don't? This boy has been fucking my 12 year old daughter and
apparently my SON too and you think I shouldn't throw him out? He's lucky
that's all I'm going to do. Turning my son into a little fucking faggot..."
I snapped. My hand whipped out before I'd even realized it and I slapped
Richard hard right across his cheek. He looked at me stunned.

I was pissed. "Don't you dare say that," I said, nearly hissing. Richard
looked at me, shocked. In fact they were all looking atme with surprise on
their faces. Richard put his hand to his cheek and his eyebrowns pulled
together in a questioning look. I pointedly stared at Chris and then back
to Richard and he seemed to get the point. "I...Pam...I'm sorry...that was
thoughtless of me." He looked over at Chris. "Chris..."

"Its Chrissy Mr. Morgan. Remember...when I dress up I'm Chrissy"

"Umm...yes...um...Chrissy...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that about
Mike...if he's gay..."

"I'm not gay, Dad," Mike interrupted. He looked his dad square in the face
and I saw him summon his courage and say, "I'm not gay. I like girls. But I
also like f-f-fucking Paul and s-sucking his d-dick. I think I'm...what did
you call it Mandy? Bi? I'm bi!"

Richard was taken aback. I said, "Why don't you kids go in the other room
for a bit while I talk to Richard. The kids jumped up and scrambled out of
there as fast as they could. At the doorway, though, Chrissy turned and
said, "Mr.  Morgan...you know there's nothing wrong with people who love
each other having sex. Its just a special way to show how much you care for
the other person. Mom and I do it all the time. Right Mom?"  Now it was my
turn to look shocked. I couldn't believe Chris had just said that. I felt
myself blush and I turned to look at Richard. Dawning comprehension spread
across his face as he awaited my answer. And what could I say. To deny it
would be to deny my love for my own child right to his face. But I couldn't
say it outloud. I couldn't say those words.  I couldn't say that I was a
filthy slut who fucked her own little baby boy.  All I could do was nod.

Chrissy went into the living room and Richard and I just looked at each
other. He was still in shock and slowly leaned back in his chair. I didn't
know what to say to him so I did the only thing I could. I told him the
truth. I left nothing out and I didn't apologize for any of it. I told him
of Chris catching Larry and me in bed when Larry was suckling my tits. How
I'd let Chris try some mother's milk. How, after the accident Chris and i
had clung to each other. How he'd wanted to help me ease the pain of my
milk swollen tits by suckling on them and how that had led me to lose
control and begin loving my baby boy in a way no mother is supposed
to. When I was done, Richard sat silent for a moment. Then he surprised me
by saying, "I understand."  I looked at him for a moment waiting for the
other shoe to drop but it never came. There was no, "I understand that
you're a sick perverted whore!" No recriminations. No accusations. No
threats to call child services. He just sat and looked at me with a
sympathetic look in his eyes. I broke down. I felt the tears well up in my
eyes and a huge sob suddenly constricted my throat and the waterworks began
to flow. I put my face in my hands and Richard jumped up and hugged me
tightly saying, "Shhhhhh...it's ok....its ok....shhhh..."

"Oh Richard," I sobbed, "You must think I'm horrible. I think I'm
horrible. Its just...I can't help...."

"I said it's ok Pamela. Really...I don't think you're horrible. I see
Chris...er...Chrissy is a happy healthy child who loves you very much and
how could I argue with that." I hugged him tighter. My face buried in his
chest. He took my head in his hands and held it back and looked into my
eyes. He looked like he was about to say something when he suddenly kissed
me. My passion from earlier reignighted and I forgot everything. I shoved
my tongue into his mouth and devoured his lips hungrily. My hands ran up
and down his back and slipped into the back of his pants and grabbed his
ass. I broke the kiss for a moment and said, "Richard...I..." He
interrupted what I was about to say by whispering fiercely, "I'm so fucking
horny right now, Pam I can't stand it. I want to fuck you so bad I...."
Then he grabbed my blouse and pulled in either direction. Buttons went
flying as he ripped it open and buried his face in my cleavage. Kissing and
biting my tits as he ripped my flimsy bra off. He began sucking my nipples
and I felt my milk flowing into his mouth. I reached down and clumsily
unbuckeled his belt and unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. I stroked
it a few times and Richard stepped back and kicked his shoes off and shoved
his pants down and kicked them off. He reached out and lifted me from my
chair and practicaly threw me onto the table and pushed my legs apart. My
skirt was pushed up as I spread my legs and Richard reached down and ripped
my panties off and leaned in and shoved his cock roughly into me.

I gasped as I felt his fleshy rod impale me to my core. My wet cunt
squished as he plunged it inside me to the hilt. I felt his balls hit my
ass and I grunted and groaned like an animal and gripped his tight ass,
digging my fingernails into him. He leaned down and bit my neck and began
to pump his hips thrusting into me, our bodies slapping together as we
rutted like animals. "Oh fuck yeah.... fuck me fuck me..." I groaned,
arching my back off the table and thrusting my hips up to meet his. Our
hands were all over each other's bodies...gripping and pinching. His cock
slid in and out of my wet pussy...filling it. We were staring into each
other's eyes as we each felt the electricity flowing between our joined
bodies. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit sending shivers throughout my
body.

"Oh fuck," he whispered, "the kids..."

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me," I hissed. He leaned in and kissed me. Our
tongues thrusting into each other's mouths as his cock thrust into my
cunt. Slap, slap slap. Our bodies wet with our sweat smacked against each
other. I could feel every vein and ridge on his prick as it slid in and out
of my fuck hole. I was lost in lust. I loved the way his cock filled my
hungry cunt and I spread my slutty legs wider...trying to get him deeper in
me. "Yes, yes, yes...oh god I need it...I need your cock...fuck me fuck my
cunt Richard...."

"Oh fuck...yeah, yeah," he breathed, 'You fucking cunt...you fucking
slut...you nasty bitch...take it...take my cock you fucking whore..."
Richard was pumping my cunt so hard and fast I half expected us to burst
into flames from the friction. My juices were flowing so fast that my
thighs were wet. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass.  Richard
reached up and pinched my nipples and milk squirted out and hit him int he
face. He licked th dropplets from his lips and leaned down and sucked my
tits some more. I could hear and feel him moan as he suckled me. I could
feel the milk flowing form my tits...feeding him...it set me over the edge.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck meeeeeeeee suck my tits Richard. Milk me like a fucking
cow. Suck my big milky tits you fuck ohhhhhh oh god I'm cuming I 'm
cuming...you fucking bastard you're making me cuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm." I
reached out and hugged him tight to me as waves of pleasure swept over my
body. My toes curled and I squeezed my legs together and wrapped them
around his waist trapping him inside me as my cunt spasmed and gripped his
prick.

"Oh fuck," Richard moaned, "I'm gonna cummmm..." I felt his prick twitch
inside me and I welcomed it. I wanted to feel him shoot inside me. I wanted
to feel his hot sticky cream flowing into my pussy. I wanted his seed in
me. I reached down and squeezed his balls and ran one fingernail lightly
between his ballsack and the inside of his thigh and he thrust hard once
and buried himself deep inside me as he groaned and pumped me full of his
hot love. I felt his prick squirt and felt the heat as his spunk splashed
against my cervix. Another twitch of his prick in me and I felt another
squirt of cream against the walls of my cunt. His fuckstick continued to
twitch two, three, four more times..and each time I felt hot wentess
filling my hole and then leaking out of me and downt he crack of my ass.  I
loved it. I loved feeling cum leaking from me. It made me feel so dirty and
nasty and well-fucked, like a whore.  Richard's cock finally stopped
twitching and he lay on top of me for a moment, his dick softening in me.
After a few moments he stood back and his drained rod slipped from my slit.
He stood up and helped me sit up on the table. My blouse was ruined,
stained with breast milk and cum and sweat - not to mention the torn
buttons. Likewise my bra and panties lay on the floor in tatters. It looked
like I'd been raped and for a fleeting moment another twinge of lust surged
through my body and I hugged Richard tightly. I'd always loved being
"taken" by a strong man. Being made to feel the helpless, vulnerable little
girl and fucked hard and used. If I'd had one complaint about my sex life
with Larry it had been that he'd been too gentle with me. there's times I
like slow, gentle lovemaking but there's also times when i just need to be
fucked good and hard like a slut. Richard certainly knew how to do me like
that.

"Fuck that was good. I needed that so bad," he whsipered in my ear.

"Me too," I said giddily.

He looked at my disheveled appearance and at the torn underwear laying on
the floor of the kitchen. "Um...listen...Pam...I'm sorry I got a little
carried away. I...just couldn't help it. I don't understand it myself. I
just got so turned on hearing your story. Those names I called you...."

"It's ok," I cut him short. "I actually like being vocal and being called
dirty names when I'm making love," I explained.

"You do?!" he asked. "Wow...Rita never liked to make noise when we had
sex. And she hated when I'd try and talk dirty to her."

"Does it bother you?" I asked.

"No! I...actually...it turns me on," he said sheepishly.  "Um...but what do
we do about the kids?" he asked, changing the subject and helping me down
from the table. I looked towards the kistchen door and remembered they were
still out in the living room waiting for us. I wondered how much they'd
heard. I picked up the tatered remnants of my blouse and wondered how I'd
go outside looking like this, trying to forstall Richard's
question. Richard took off his oxford shirt, pulled his tshirt off and
handed it to me without saying a word as he slipped his shirt back on. I
smiled my thanks at him and slipped his undershirt on. It was damp and
smelled of his musky sweat and my nipples were clearly visible but it was
the best we could do at the moment.

Richard looked at me pointedly, "Well...?" he asked.

"Look Richard," I said slowly, "We have two options here. Either we forbid
the kids from having sex, in which case they're likely to do it behind our
backs anyway, plus Chris won't understand why its ok for he and I
to...um...play...but not ok for him to play with Mike and Mandy, or...we
can...you know...let them explore their feelings and their bodies with each
other."

Richard looked thoughtful for a minute. "I...I just don't know
Pamela. It...it just seems so wrong. They're so young...."

"Richard," I asked gently, "When did you start to masterbate when you were
a kid?"

Richard laughed. "Oh shit...I think I found my little friend when I was
like 5 or 6. I remember rubbing it while watching the Mickey Mouse Club on
TV." He laughed a bit harder. "I didn't know why but there was something
about this one girl mousketeer....Lisa! Shit, I hadn't thought about that
in over 30 years. I can't believe I still remember her name. But I
remember, she had boobs. I didn't know why I liked to rub my little peter
when she came on but I knew it felt good. Especially if it was one of the
episodes when she wor a tight blouse."  He looked a bit wistful as he
thoguht back to those childhood days.

"Well, then," I said, "You understand that the boys are at an age where
they're exploring their bodies. They've just gone a bit further than
rubbing their little dickies. And what's wrong with that? Why shouldn't
they know how and why it makes them feel good? Should they be ashamed like
we were when we were growing up and our parents told us it was evil to
touch our own bodies? Did we stop? No. We just hid it better...feeling
guilty and bad about ourselves the whole time."

"Yeah...I remember my mother caught me once and told me the usual
bullship. I'd go to hell...it would make me go blind. Geez...such crap."

"Exactly," I said. "And what about Mandy? Would it be better for her to
hide it and get pregnant before she's even out of middle school? Or
worse...catch some STD from an older boy like Paul?  I'm not saying Paul
has STDs," I said quickly, "But if we're involved, we can make sure neither
he nor Mandy picks up something.  And wahat abuot Paul himself?  You know,
if he got caught with Mandy he could wind up getting arrested and being
labled a sexual predator for the rest of his life, just because she's under
13.  You think that would be right? The boy's only 14. How do you expect
him to keep his hands off a little minx like Mandy?"

Richard shot me a look that I wasn't sure was angry or thoughtful. I
thought perhaps I'd gone too far. But then he said, "You're right. I hate
to admit it but Mandy is a gorgeous young woman. I see her turning men's
heads when we're at the mall and I realized she was
getting....ummm...curious...about sex but I never wanted to admit it to
myself."

"What do you mean," I asked.

"Well...a few months ago I caught her spying on me in the bathroom. I never
told her I knew. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to embaress
her. I'm sure she was just curious about what men look like naked. And then
a few days afterwards I happened t be walking past her bedroom
and..well...I'm ashamed to admit it but I peeked in and saw her
masturbating and....I watched."

I laughed. "You naughty daddy. Did it turn you on?" I asked teasingly.

Richard blushed and whispered, "Yes, it did."  I noticed he was getting
hard and I reached down and gripped his cock through his pants and he gave
a start. His cock grew even harder.

"Mmmmm," I purred, "You liked watching your little girl rubbing her bare
little bald pussy, didn't you? I bet she was thinking about your cock as
she was fingering her cunt...." I playfully squeezed his prick and he
gasped.

"Ohhhh fuck Pam...oh shit...I...shit...I was...I was turned on by her...by
my baby girl and...ohhhhhhh fuck...you're right....I bet she was
fantasizing about my dick. I'm sick..I'm..."

"Shhhhhh...," I said, "Its ok." Now it was my turn to comfort him. I kissed
his neck "You're not sick. She's a beautiful young woman. You said it
yourself. Its only natural. Men are attracted to youth and beauty. You
can't help it. Its only these stupid taboos from society that are making us
both feel guilty about what we're doing when really, its the most natural
thing in the world to want to help and teach your children and show them
love." I took a step back and looked him in the eyes. "Richard, I dont care
what society says. I love my son more than anything. I want him to grow up
healthy in both body and mind and spirit. I want him to have all the joy
that I can give him...that he can give himself. I have nothing to hide from
him...never have...never will. when I open myself to him...I'm making
myself vulnerable and giving him the only thing one person can truly give
to another....myself...my body...my love."

Richard gripped my face in his hands. "Pamela...oh god...this is crazy
but...I think I love you..." and then he kissed me. Ohhhh how lucky could I
be! To have found such a wonderful men as Larry and to have lost him but to
have found another...equally wonderful man...as Richard...could any woman
be so lucky twice in her life?

We broke the kiss and silently made out decision. We walked out into the
living room only to find all four kids fast asleep, curled up on the couch
with each other. We looked at each other and laughed quietly. I lifted Mike
and Richard picked up Mandy and we carried them to their respective rooms
and came back downstairs and looked at Chris and Paul. "Why don't you two
stay the night?" Richard asked. "Chris can sleep in the spare bed in Mike's
room and you ...could sleep in my bed?"

"I'd like that. Thank you," I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. We
carred Chrissy to Mike's room and lay him on the extra single bed and then
back to the living room.

"What do we do about cassanova here?" Richard asked.

"His parents must be worried," I replied. "It's almost one AM."

"We'll have to wake him and I can take him home," Richard offered. I nodded
and he gently shook the young boy and whispered his name. Paul woke with a
start and looked from me to Richard. Probably expecting another attack from
the big strong father of the girl (and boy) he'd been fucking. "It's late
Paul. Your parents must be wondering where you are. I'll take you home."

Paul looked around sleepily, getting his wits abut him.  "Ummm...well...my
parents are away for the weekend actually. They think I'm staying at a
friend's house."

"Won't your friend's parents be wondering where you are?"

"Well...I sorta told them my folks decided not to go at the last
minute. That way I had the house to myself and I ...well...I got to come
over here and..."

"And fuck my daughter and my little boy?" Richard said menacingly.  Paul
looked to me in fear.

"Oh Richard, stop it. You're scaring the poor boy."

Richard grinned at Paul who looked confused. Richard broke out in a
laugh. "I've decided it's ok for you and my kids to...um...have your fun,"
Richard said. "You have Pamela to thank for that by the way."

Paul looked schocked. "Seriously? You mean it? We can have sex?"

"Yes," Richard said with a touch of feigned reluctance.

"No really...you're serious?" Paul asked again.

"Yes!" I said, "He's serious, now stop asking before he changes his mind."

"But there's going to be some ground rules young man." Richard added
quickly.

"Sure sure! Whatever you say Mr. Morgan. I'll do whatever you say." Paul
gushed.

Richard looked the boy up and down and I could swear I saw a flash of lust
pass across his face for an instant. "Don't be so quick to agree," Richard
said throatily. "You may not like some of my conditions...."