Jon Reskind: Little eddie_s mother

"Well, you see, my dad would never make love to her…" Eddie blushed with the boldness of his words and lowered his eyes. "You know what I mean, don't you."

Oh, yes, Eddie, yes, Cindy thought. Every time I look at you, my pussy begins to tingle like crazy and I can picture what a beautiful sweet cock you must have and how much hot white delicious cum you must have saved up, never even being allowed to date girls. But she did not want to frighten the innocent young boy so she said gravely: "Yes, Eddie, I think I know what you mean. And I bet your mother is a really beautiful woman."

"Oh yes, she is," Eddie agreed eagerly, his eyes shining. Then his expression sobered. "That's the reason they were finally divorced, three years ago. I mean, she's not a bad woman or even wild, but my father just wasn't interested in sex – or so he said."

"I think I understand," Carl said sympathetically. "Your mother has normal sex drives, requiring normal fulfillment, but your father considered her to be – how shall I say it? – a wicked woman. Is that right, Eddie?"

Eddie nodded emphatically. "Uh-huh," he said. "He told her she was perverted and a whore and a lot of other terrible things, and he wouldn't sleep in the bedroom with her for months and months. Finally, Mom couldn't take any more of it and she went out and… and…" Again, the handsome teenager blushed and turned his face away.

Even though Carl's smile was gentle and soothing on the outside, his thoughts were lewd and naked with mounting excitement internally, and he became more and more intrigued by Eddie's description of his mother. "She went out and found herself another man?" he asked softly.

"Y-yes," Eddie said.

"Perfectly natural," Cindy commented. "No man or woman can be constantly refused sexually and be expected to just passively allow hunger and frustration to eat away at them."

Eddie bobbed his head. "I understand that, and you two do, but do you think my father did? Oh no, not him! He found out Mom was with this other guy, I don't know how but he did; and right away he filed for a divorce on the grounds of adultery. He could prove it, too, and so the judge gave him custody of me and Mom didn't get any alimony or anything… It was awful!"

Carl clucked his tongue compassionately. "Now I see why your mother moved to California – not only because it's cheaper there than in New York, but she was hurt and understandably bitter and wanted nothing more to do with the life style that had caused her troubles."

"I think so, too," Eddie agreed. "I can tell by her letters that she's still having kind of a hard time and that she's sort of lonely."

Carl cleared his throat to hide his increasing interest. "What prompted you to leave your father now, Eddie?" he asked. "Something must have or you wouldn't have hitchhiked all the way out here from New York unannounced. Do you want to tell me about it? It might help if you did."

"I… I don't really want to talk about it," Eddie replied, but he did. The entire episode was festering inside his impressionable young body like a cankerous sore, filling him with outrage and hurt and frustrated confusion, and he was near-bursting with the need to unburden himself. These two pleasant people, by their manner and understanding comments, had instilled in the teenage boy a sense of camaraderie and confidence; it would be easier to talk of what happened with them that it would be to talk about it to his mother. If he told his new friends first and got it all out in the open, the task of telling his mom would be that much simpler when the time came – as he knew that it would as soon as he saw her.

He said: "Well… it's not very… not very nice."

Carl smiled reassuringly and Cindy touched his arm with the tips of her fingers. "You'll feel better if you tell us," she said.

"I… I guess so," Eddie said. "All right then. I…" He stopped, and then continued in a rush of words, "I came home from school one afternoon last week with this sore throat, and I just walked into the house without making any noise and he was there, my father, on the couch in the living room, with this woman I'd never seen before. They were naked… and, well, they were doing it, right there on the couch with my father on top and this crazy look on his face… and the woman, her… her breasts were bouncing up and down as she… as she…" Eddie's face burned furiously and his voice trailed off; he shuddered with the very real shock of the memory of what he had witnessed, how he had stood frozen watching the lewd tableau with his father and the woman unaware of his presence, and then finally he had turned and fled from the house…

Cindy and Carl wanted to burst out laughing. So the old boy was a Goddamn hypocrite! Pretending to be so high and mighty holy while the whole time he was fucking around like Casanova – and not allowing his wife or son any expression of their sexuality. Crazy nut! But they kept their faces impassive, and Cindy managed to put a look of shocked hurt in her eyes. She patted the boy's arm again, this time letting her long fingers linger on the smooth skin of his neck. "It must have been terrible for you, Eddie," she intoned.

"It… it was," Eddie said. "Just awful! I ran out and they never knew I was there. I just walked around for a real long time, trying to think and I finally made up my mind to run away. I thought of going to Canada and even Mexico, but then I thought of my mother and how she maybe really needed me… I mean, we really love each other. So I decided to hitchhike out here and stay with her. I know my dad will probably guess that's where I am… but I just hope that Mom can think of something for us to do – some way to get me living with her instead of him, you know?"

Eddie paused to take a deep breath, then went on. "So I pretended like I hadn't seen anything, and my father was his usual self again when I came home, giving me orders and telling me about all the evil that was happening in the world. So I just waited for the right time – I had everything packed in my back pack – and the next day instead of going to school I took a bus through the tunnel to the highway in New Jersey and stuck out my thumb, and here I am."

Carl pretended to be deep in thought, frown lines wrinkling the bronze surface of his rugged forehead. "How do you think your mother will react to seeing you like this, and finding out what you've just told me?"

"I don't know, I just don't," Eddie answered. "She loves me, I know she does, but she's afraid my father will try and get some kind of revenge and make her life even more miserable than he has up to now. She might even send me back on account of that… Like sometimes he writes her these nasty letters, and still calls her a whore and a slut and stuff like that. And I know it makes her want to die when she gets something like that."

"Well," Cindy piped up, "She may understand why you've come to her and try to put up a fight for you – give your father a taste of his own medicine. Don't you think so Carl?"

"Well, I hope so for Eddie's sake."

"Wow! I sure hope so," Eddie breathed fervently. "I couldn't bare to go back to my father, not after what I saw, I just couldn't!"

"Don't worry now, honey, don't worry," Cindy soothed. "Everything will be all right."

"Do you really think so? Do you?"

"Sure," said Carl and smiled calmly to himself. Eddie's mother sounded like a ripe young fruit ready for fucking. "And we can drive you straight to her house."

The sun was rapidly sinking before them now as they cruised westward down the highway. Eddie's eyelids began to feel heavy with exhaustion and relief from having unburdened himself. It was the last lap of a long, arduous journey, and for the first time in a long time, his heart felt light and free. And so he slept soundly till morning while Cindy and Carl took turns driving. When Eddie opened his eyes again it was morning and the Mercedes was driving down Lombard Street in San Francisco heading for the Golden Gate Bridge. The bright signs of the motels and restaurants on the wide thoroughfare cheered Eddie and also made him aware of the hunger gnawing in his stomach. He couldn't remember the last square meal he'd eaten and was delighted when Carl pulled the sedan into the parking lot of a restaurant specializing in pancakes. The threesome ordered pancakes and eggs and sausages, drank coffee, and readied themselves for the last leg of the trip.