“All that was when I was fourteen. Fast forward five years, and I was about to be headed off to college and my life changed again, but this time, without me knowing.
“I was to take a train to the university, but before that, both my parents helped me pack up and store the things I wouldn’t be taking with me. It was a great day, and I enjoyed the time Mother spent with me before I was headed out on my own. Looking back, had Dad not been there, I don’t know if I would have taken my adulthood into consideration and perhaps broken a barrier that would have changed both our lives.
“Instead, I lived for the moment and enjoyed an uncommon opportunity of having both my parents happily working together with me. I guess it was that day that we packed my childhood up, and the adult world opened to my adventurous ways. They both drove me to the train station, and I boarded after a proud exchange from Dad and an emotional one from Mother. The last thing I saw before I boarded the train was Dad’s arm around Mother and her waving at me with a tear running down her cheek.”
Another drink pouring interrupts the story, followed by a hard setting down of the bottle next to the microphone. Another large gulp overtakes the microphone, and the glass is once again slammed against the table.
“While I was gone from home, Mother would call me often and tell me about her days, and I would go on and on about my classes and the people I met. We would talk for hours and I often would get the feeling that I was talking to a woman I’ve known all my life instead of Mother. I always shrugged it off, but sometimes my urges would get the better of me. On nights when our conversations went late, I would hang up the phone and masturbate after being hard for a while.
“Her voice and level of excitement would get me hard, and sometimes I would even pull my penis out while we were on the phone and stroke it. I never came while on the phone, but would make sure I was still hard when we hung up. I would strip out of my clothes and lay in my bed naked and wrap my fingers around my penis and rub it up and down. When I spoke with Mother, my orgasms were more intense than any other time.
“The phone calls never stopped being a common occurrence, but I was away from home for a while before I received a letter from Mother.”
My Dear Garrett,
I miss you. I sometimes go into your room hoping you would be there, but I feel silly once I arrive. I know you ‘ re not there. I do this often in hopes that it wasn ‘ t true that I sent my baby away. I know you ‘ re out finding your way, but home is lonely without you.
Love,
Your Mother
“I didn’t expect the letter, and it was unusually sentimental. I remember smiling as I read it, and I immediately put a heart on the back of it. Per usual habit, I went to put it in the box, but I realized I didn’t have it with me. I put it into a new box that I decided I would bring home and sneak it into the permanent box.
I sneaked the permanent box with my secret warning on it into one of the bigger boxes that I placed in the attic at home. In fact, I placed it in the box myself, and at the bottom, to ensure it would not be found unless someone went looking for it.