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 boy 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 story of incest 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 family 
emergency, I set out to find where my son was getting 
such stories 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 boys 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 blonde 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 story 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 man his father 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.