My Indoctrination

I was born when my mother, Helen, was only twenty-one years old. My father was in his mid-twenties and via a family trust was well established. Unfortunately he died when I was slightly less than two years old, a victim of an eighteen wheeler run amok. When he was killed, my mother was the beneficiary of a lot of insurance, a settlement from the trucking company, and the balance of his trust fund. Since the oversized house we lived in was paid off via mortgage insurance, Mom sold it, took the cash and bought a smaller home further outside of town, and invested the remainder along with all the other proceeds. She was frugal, became a shrewd investor, and did well for us. I can’t even remember Dad except for some memories artificially preserved via family photographs.

I can remember other things from my early childhood. My mother nursed me until I was four and a half years old. The latter couple of years the nursing was only at night, at bedtime. I can remember those latter years, lying in bed with Mom, enveloped in her warmth, suckling her breasts as I fell asleep. I slept with her from the time my father was killed onward. My other primary memory of my very early days was being naked around the house. Once I was potty trained and Mom was confident that I wouldn’t crap or piss all over the house like an untrained puppy, she soon gave up trying to keep clothes on me at home. I always just shucked out of them whenever she tried to dress me and then later she encouraged me to remain naked. So I was always naked at home. Mom was generally dressed most of the time except when we went to bed and when we took our bath.

We were very close all that time. We bathed together, slept together, and as I previously said, I nursed until I was over four years old. Even after that time I usually fell asleep suckling one of Mom’s breasts rather than sucking my thumb.

Mom had a weekly bridge club. In my early years, I can remember their games as the time I always got to drink a coke. When I was little, I remember the women teasing me about being naked all the time. As I got older, they stopped teasing but instead enjoyed my bringing them their drinks, etc. One of the players, actually Mom’s best friend, had a daughter named Vickie who was very close to my age. She began to come to the bridge games with her mother. Once we’d both learned to swim, we’d spend some of the time swimming in the above ground pool we had in our backyard each summer. Vickie would always wear her swimsuit, I’d swim naked.