"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.