Minding Others, part 4

Minding Others

Chapter 4


Out of practice comes discipline. Only through discipline can one practice. I had learned the secret of my erection’s effect, but learning to control it proved as dangerous as letting heated desires run amok.

I mentioned that mother had kept silent since the evening everything fell apart. She answered quietly and succinctly when asked specific questions like ‘Where are my socks’, but she ignored everything else. I think she might have even talked with a shrink. I found a phone number for a Dr. Shigswon on the phone pad, but the number had been crossed out.

Two days after I visited the little old lady, I made a fateful decision. I would fight two demons with the same magic, my demon and my mother’s. It reality they were the same demon, and its first victim had been my mother. Drastic measures must be taken. Guilt over this bothered me to the point where I didn’t have an erection for three days. I missed an entire day of school worrying over my plan and praying I didn’t hurt her.

Nearly two weeks after driving my mother to sexually assault her children, I sought her out and confronted her. I think Rodney was out of the house confronting his own demons. He hadn’t spoken much either.

“Mother, please sit with me and listen to something I have to tell you.” My heart thrummed like a locomotive clawing its way across the Rocky Mountains.

She tried to walk around me, her head faced the carpet. “Not right now, okay honey?”

“No, it’s not okay. We have to talk.” Seeing my once proud and feisty mother shy away from me like I were a villain, shamed me. Of course, she was thinking the villain was her.

“Sit down mother.” I took her arm and slightly tugged her towards the couch.

She suddenly nodded and actually looked me in the eye. “I guess you’re right. Thanks.” She attempted a smile. She turned and headed for the far cushion.

Her subordination to my command was an incredible turn on, but I had prepared well. In my left hand I cradled a thorny thistle pod. I clenched it and clenched my teeth in response. My cock demurred to the sudden distraction of pain, barely. I sat on the couch cushion farthest from my mother.

“Honey?” Mom tilted her head at my pained expression.

“This is going to sound…” I began, stalled, gulped, and proceeded. “This is going to sound like total horseshit, but before you get up and walk away, I’m going to prove to you that neither you nor I are crazy.

The word stung her. I could see in her eyes that she wanted immediately to rebuke my choice of words, but her own need to find something she could grasp after two weeks of indistinct nightmares paused her.

“Do you remember when I fell ill, and I was hallucinating?”

“Yes?