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LLP-539 Little Eddie's Mother by Jon Reskind

Chapter 1

Eddie Granger stood on the muddy shoulder of the highway, a miserable expression on his face as the

rain fell steadily, pounding the fields and open country on both sides of the road. He was soaked through

and through, yet he wore a curiously pleased expression on his face despite the rain and the bone-chilling

wind. His wide, expressive dark eyes flashed with his excitement, and his smooth adolescent cheeks

were tinted with color from the wind as well as from eagerness.

Just a few hundred miles more to San Francisco, he thought. Just a little while longer and I'll be with my

mother, where I belong.

Then suddenly a horrible feeling of frustration came over him, because he realized it had been a long time

since a car had passed, and he had been certain that he would easily have found a ride at least into Reno

and maybe further if only some cars would come along. There had been only a huge oil truck and a little

old lady in a 1947 Ford, who gave Eddie a disapproving look as she whizzed by, during the entire time

the boy had been standing there.

Eddie Granger was a clean-cut youth with dark hair that fell lankly over his forehead, but in blue jeans

and with a knapsack on his back, he knew a lot of drivers would take him for a hippy and be reluctant

to offer a ride. He also hoped that none of the people who offered him a ride would guess his age, which

was fourteen, and call the authorities because he was a runaway. So far he'd been lucky. He was tall for

his age and well built, but he had just recently begun shaving and only needed to do it twice, a week or

so.

Standing there in his rain-soaked clothes on the deserted highway, a feeling of defeat suddenly came

over him causing tears to well up in his eyes along with a bleak feeling of fear in his heart ... What if his

mother didn't really want him ... What if she sent him back home to his Dad? He pushed the thoughts

from his mind and sat down on his back pack, elbows on knees and face in hands.

It was growing late now, almost two o'clock, and he feared that he might still be stranded on this

desolate stretch of highway when darkness fell. Then, just as he was about to give up, he heard the

unmistakeable hum of an engine in the distance.

Finally the car appeared on the horizon. It was a sleek, silver-grey Mercedes travelling at a terrific rate

of speed. Eddie's'hopes rose when he saw it had California license plates, but then his heart sank, for it

was not slowing down at all. It was occupied by two people, an extremely handsome middle-aged man

and an attractive blonde sitting close by his side. At first it seemed they would race on by without even

giving him a glance, but at the last moment the car's blonde female passenger caught sight of Eddie and

smiled at him, nudging against her male companion's shoulder to draw his attention to the stranded

teenage boy.

Eddie saw the twin brake-lights flash red as the powerful automobile slowed to a halt several hundred

yards down the highway. Heaving a long sigh of relief, he watched the Mercedes begin to back slowly

towards him. After gathering up his backpack and tightly rolled sleeping bag, the bedraggled youngster

ran smiling towards the car, thankful and happy but not altogether convinced that the couple would not

change their minds and tear off without him.

At last the distinguished-looking car drew abreast of him and the door flew open.

"Hey, you poor kid, you're dripping wet from head to foot," the blonde said warmly. "Come on, just

squeeze in beside me."

"And you can throw your gear in the back seat," the man told him.

"Welcome aboard!"

"Wow, thanks. Thanks a whole lot," Eddie told them, sliding in beside the woman. And suddenly he was

very aware of the heat of her body beside him. He looked over at the woman and thought, she's really

pretty.

She was about his mother's age, Eddie figured, but there was something more worldly about her. And

what a body! Holy Shit! It was all Eddie could do to keep his eyes from her large firm breasts which

strained nakedly against the thin material of her tight blouse.

"Where are you heading," the man asked.

"San Francisco," Eddie answered, feeling guilty for admiring his wife.

"Well, so are we," the blonde smiled warmly.

"Do you know anyone there?" the man asked, looking at Eddie as if he suspected something was wrong.

"Uh-huh ... I'm going to see my mother actually."

"Oh, does she live in San Francisco?"

"She lives out side the city in Mill Valley," he answered.

"Well, that's interesting. So do we," the man told him. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Carl Bradley and

this is my wife, Cindy."

"I'm Eddie Granger. My mom's name is Lily ... uh, Lily Granger. She makes jewelry or something like

that."

"How long are you going to be staying with her, Eddie?"

"I ... I'm not sure," the boy answered hesitantly. His delight at finding a ride all the way to his final

destination was changing to concern as the truth of his situation came home to him.

"Oh?" said Carl, lifting an eyebrow.

"Well, you see ... I mean, well ... my mother doesn't exactly know I'm coming and I'm going to sort of

surprise her."

"And it depends on which direction her surprise takes, the length of time you'll be staying," Carl said. "Is

that right?"

"Well, sort of," he answered hesitantly.

The woman laughed softly, but in a conspiratorial kind of way and her eyes met Eddie's for just a brief

moment, then flickered away. "Running away, huh?"

Eddie studied the voluptuous woman and the man for a long moment, trying to decide whether or not to

confide in them. Then he decided he needed a couple of friends, someone he could maybe crash with if

things didn't work out with his mother. After all, he hadn't seen her in almost two years now, since she

had visited New York. And they had had dinner and a wonderful time walking and talking, until his

father refused to let her see him any longer and she had gone back to California. His father ...

Eddie's mouth twisted bitterly and he looked squarely into Cart's sympathetic face. "It's my father I'm

running away from," he said. "That ... that son of a bitch!"

"That's pretty strong language, Eddie."

"Not in this case, it isn't," the handsome teenager flared. "That's exactly what he is --- a son of a bitch!

He treated me like dirt, not like a son. I had to be his goddamn slave, practically, and live by all these

prison rules like being home at eight o'clock every night, even on the weekends, and not having dates

with girls because he said I'm too young and not being allowed to hang out with my friends because he

didn't like them ... Boy, he was just ridiculous. He was always saying it wasn't right to touch a girl until

you were married and stupid stuff like that."

Carl and Cindy looked at each other with just the slightest suggestion of a smirk on their lips.

"Well, he sounds pretty uptight," Cindy said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. But what else could I do. He had custody of me even though I always liked

my Mom better. She and I have been writing to each other every week, you know, and my Dad never

knew about that or he would have tried to stop it; she was sending out her letters to a friend's house so

my father wouldn't find out. Anyway, she said I should stay with him until I was eighteen and of a legal

age to go out on my own; that it was no use in asking for trouble by running away or anything like that."

"From what you say," Carl observed, "your father appears to hate your mother. Why is that?"

"Well, Mom's always been a kind of free spirit and Dad said she was unstable and ... and," he looked

down at his feet and blushed slightly, but was determined to continue, "they had a problem with sex, too."

"Sex?" echoed Cindy with great interest.

"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.

As they drove down onto the Golden Gate Bridge Eddie's breath caught in his throat as he was struck

by the incredible beauty of San Francisco Bay in the early morning light. They drove over the bridge and

through a tunnel painted like a rainbow, and Eddie felt like he was in the wonderland of Oz. California

was the most beautiful place he'd ever seen.

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