My Son Took Me On the Train
My son had a problem.
A very large, throbbing problem.
And I was his solution.
Today was a really tough day. I had my boss chewing me out for mistakes my colleagues made. There was no point complaining that it wasn’t my fault, because the files were in my hands before I handed them over to the boss.
I should’ve checked them over, but I didn’t. I had a lot on my mind today. So instead I rushed to fix those damn mistakes and then clock out of the office early to make it to another meeting.
It was getting late and I had to zoom over to the other side of the city and grab my son. I didn’t even have the time to get out of my office attire.
And here I was, just coming out of a meeting with a doctor. Thankfully, I’m perfectly healthy.
My 18-year-old son Billy, however, is not.
Dr Jones said his condition was a testosterone imbalance that needed to be managed with pills. They didn’t have the pills in stock, so we just had to wait a few days.
What was Billy’s problem? The short answer is hypersexualism. Even more than full blooded 18 year olds, Billy’s libido levels are through the roof. I caught him masturbating non-stop and it got to the point where it affected his studies.
Being a responsible mother, I made him come see a doctor with me. I also told him to refrain from masturbating. I didn’t want him to overdo it and cause a misdiagnosis.
“How long now?” Bill said in that indignant whiny way.
“Not long. I just hope we can squeeze in.”
We were waiting at the train platform. It was rush hour and the station was packed with people, all eager to get home from a long day.
“I don’t think I can hold it in.”
“You don’t have a choice. Just wait until you get home.”
He answered with a sulky shrug. I knew what he meant. He wanted to relieve himself. Obviously he wasn’t going to do it in the middle of a train station, but it was obvious how frustrated he felt.