Unexpected Consequences {Redman}
When I saw it on Bobby's computer, I was stunned. Home
for lunch today, I went to put away his clothes. I'm
not a snoopy mother. Really, I'm not! A needs
privacy. I've taught him to respect mine; I give him
his as well. But he had obviously rushed off this
morning, forgetting what was there.
There, on the screen, what I saw was deeply troubling!
I know such things exist. I just never thought I'd see
them in my own home. Certainly not in Bobby's room!
Bobby is a quiet, serious boy. He's only fourteen
and the of and violence that I saw on his
monitor was painful for even me to read. I know I
can't protect him from all life's terrors, but I can
and I will protect him from this.
I understand computers. I use them every day at work.
So, after calling in and saying I had a
emergency, I set out to find where my son was getting
such and to know the extent of this behavior.
I looked first on his hard drive. I found them easily,
dozens of stories, most with obscene titles. Many of
them contained the word "Mother." These distressed me
considerably.
But then I reasoned, all fantasize about their
mothers. Even the ancient Greeks wrote about it. So I
applied the first rule of parenthood: Don't panic! I
read them. They were shocking true, but that soon wore
off. A few of them were just crude and stupid. But
most he had saved, the better-written ones, would have
been arousing in any other context. I saw at least my
son had better taste than the first few examples made
me fear.
I searched more thoroughly. I made notes on his
favorite newsgroups and websites. That's when I saw
it.
I had pulled up a bookmarked website titled
"Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository." I clicked through
the page with the attractive and there it was,
in the list of "New Files." {ASSM} Photographs and
Memories by Desdmona (MF rom) - whatever all that
meant.
That was the title of Robert's favorite song. Just
seeing those three words in print made me realize
again how lonely I'd been since he died. God, I missed
him so much! The pain was suddenly so raw, I almost
didn't click it. But once I did, I couldn't stop
reading. All of the memories that evoked. Robert
and I... our first time... Such a sweet experience
then. Such a bittersweet memory now!
I didn't confront Bobby when he came home. I couldn't
so soon after reading that story.
Tonight as I lay in my bed, I struggled over what to
say to him when I did, how I could use this to help
him grow to be the his was. Then I closed
my eyes and thought about that story. Suddenly, Robert
was holding me and we made love for the first time...
again.
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