The obscene words brought renewed spasms of lustful life to Carl's cock. He rolled up to kneel between the wildly aroused wide-spread legs, staring down hypnotically at her wetly throbbing cuntal slit. And then he remembered they had something to do today. "What… what about the plan to get the Grangers, honey?"

"Afterwards," she breathed, guiding his head down to her waiting, trembling, fiery cunt. "First prove how much you love me, how much you love my pussy. Prove it, Carl, prove to me it's still your favorite little cunt!"

And Carl, to her orgiastic satisfaction, proved it.

Lily Granger's face was as pale as if she had just seen a ghost. She was sitting at the old oak table in the kitchen looking at her teenage son with a look of total shock on her face. He had just finished relating to her what he had seen in the living room of his father's New York apartment, the reason he had finally run away from home to seek out his mother in Mill Valley, California.

"I… I can hardly believe it," she murmured.

"It's true, Mommy. I swear it is!" Eddie cried. His face was flushed again at the retelling of the scene, but he was looking squarely at his beautiful, sweet-faced mother, love bright in his eyes – a silent plea for her to help him, too.

"I don't doubt your word, honey," Lily said. She got to her feet and began to pace the room. "It's just… just a little difficult to believe about your father. He was always so… so…" She broke off; the words she was thinking weren't the kind you said to a fourteen year old innocent like Eddie.

"He's a son of a bitch, a horrible son of a bitch!" the boy said impulsively, and then put his hand over his mouth as he realized what he had spoken.