"Take off your pants and shorts," Eunice told him.
Hesitantly the boy obeyed. He wasn't at all sure about this.
The forty-six-year-old widow, twenty pounds overweight but still rather attractive for her age, couldn't help blushing slightly as she caught sight of the towheaded child's small penis. It was the first peter she'd seen since her husband passed away three years ago. Nervously she cleared her throat, forcing her gaze away from the tempting morsel that jiggled so enticingly as Reed stepped out of his pants and shorts.
"Now your shirt," she cooed. "And your shoes and socks, too."
The eight-year-old frowned as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't see why he had to take off all his clothes. It embarrassed him to undress in front of her. She wasn't old and wrinkled the way most kids' grandmothers were. And besides, what with his dad being in the Air Force all his life, Reed had seen his mother's mother so few times that she was still pretty much a stranger to him.
"Will it hurt?" he asked timidly as he tugged off his socks and stood before her completely nude.
Eunice smiled to hide her mounting sense of inexplicable discomfort. She'd never gotten to cuddle Reed as a baby – Becky had had him while they were stationed overseas – and now, seeing him naked, she felt more like a seductress than the young grandmother which she actually was.
"No, dear, it won't hurt a bit," she assured him. "In fact, it'll be quite pleasant if you'll only relax while I'm giving it to you. And after we've finished, you'll feel much better."
"I don't want no old enema!" the child whimpered, tears misting his frightened, big blue eyes.
"I know you don't," Eunice soothed as she picked up the filled hot water bottle from the washbasin and hung it on the bathroom wall. "But you need it, so be a good boy and lie down there on the floor."
"Mother never did this, Nanna," the kid protested. He knew better than to call her Grandma. She hated that name, insisted she was too young to be called that, and although he knew she loved him, she wouldn't let him call her anything but Nanna. "When I get constipated, she always gives me a laxative!"
"Then shame on her," Eunice said. She took the small, white nozzle in her left hand and dipped the middle finger of her right into the open jar of cold cream resting on top of the toilet tank. "I taught her better than that. An enema is much more gentle than an old harsh laxative. It works better, too, and more thoroughly. If your mother were here, I'd make her give it to you. But she isn't, so it's up to me. Now, lie down, Reed, and let's get it over with."
Pouting, the eight-year-old lay down on the towel she'd placed on the floor. He didn't like this. He liked it even less when she made him pull his knees up beside his chest and hold them there.
In his knee/chest position, his small feet dangling in the air, Reed's rosebud rectum seemed to be cringing as it peered up at Eunice.
What a cute little butthole! she thought when she sank to her knees, and to her utter amazement, she felt like kissing it before she violated it with the plastic syringe.
The lewd desire was totally alien to her nature, for never in her forty-six years had Eunice ever done such a nasty thing as that. She couldn't understand why the thought had occurred to her now. It was completely unacceptable – and so was the ripple of illicit excitement that went with it!
Good grief, what's the matter with me! she scolded herself mentally and then, shivering involuntarily, she shook her dizzy head to clear it.
Getting a grip on herself, she eased the middle finger of her right hand into the gorge of her grandson's plump buttocks and smeared the cold cream over his hot little anus.
"Oooh!" Reed sighed. He began squirming his rear end around.
"What's wrong, dear?" Eunice asked, and although she'd already applied a liberal coating of the lubricant, she couldn't seem to stop rubbing his appealing orifice. "Does it tickle?"
"Huh-uh, Nanna, it feels good!"
"Oh, you sweet little boy," she gushed, feeling a bit lightheaded now. "Didn't I tell you it would be pleasant if you'd only relax and let me do it?"
Eunice knew what she was talking about. She gave herself an enema once a week, whether she needed it or not, and never failed to enjoy it. This was a longstanding habit of hers – solely for health reasons, of course – but lately, since her husband's death, she'd started using a spare douche nozzle that reached way up into her anal canal rather than the tiny rectal syringe which she now had attached to the end of the hose.
"Yeah," he admitted. "But you didn't stick that thing in me yet."
"Surely a big boy like you isn't afraid of a little thing like this," Eunice chided.
She held up the rectal gadget to show him it wasn't going into him and, though she didn't know what was making her do such a naughty thing, she began insinuating the end of her middle finger into the fascinating aperture of the child's buttonhole rectum.
"Nanna! What are, you doo-inggg?!"
Eunice wondered that herself as she felt the tightness of his greased anus engulfing the first knuckle of her shameless finger. A perverted thrill tingled up her spine. She smiled reassuringly at her daughter's young son, as if she were doing nothing inappropriate, and, watching his face, she sank the full length of her long, slender finger up into the boy's quivering asshole. This was something she'd never done to herself, so she was surprised at how hot the inside of his butt felt as his velvety anal canal clamped down reflexively around her embedded finger.
"Uuooo… uunnn!" the lad whimpered, his mouth agape and his eyelids batting rapidly open and closed.
"Just relax, Reed," she breathed. "Nanna is only showing you that you have nothing to fear from this itsy-bitsy thing." She waved the rectal syringe to call his attention to it.
"But w-what… have you got… in me?" he panted.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, b-but…"
"Then don't complain," she cut him off, her voice crackling with excitement. "It's my finger," she said, waggling it around inside him. "I thought perhaps I'd better dilate you in order to prepare you properly for the enema."
"What d-does… dilate mean?" he demanded fearfully.
"This is what it means," she heard herself saying, and without planning to do such an immoral thing, she began gently stroking her cold-creamed finger in and out of his gripping anus.
Eunice knew she should stop this insanity at once. She'd already gone too far. But what did he know? He was only a little boy, totally ignorant of how an enema should be given. If he happened to tell Becky that she'd inserted her finger into his butt she could deny it and swear it was only a figment of Reed's vivid imagination, due, she supposed, to his being frightened at the time. Her daughter would believe her, not her grandson, and she would never do it again even if Reed didn't tell his mother.
"Ohhh, Nanna!" the child sighed, his toes curling down to hug the balls of his upraised feet. "I l-like that!"
Nervously Eunice licked her lips. She slipped her finger into him clear up to her palm and, as if by accident, brushed her thumb over the wrinkled skin of his hairless scrotum, furtively feeling both his young testicles. His childish penis quivered. It began rearing up, growing fatter and longer. She had to fight her left hand to keep it from grabbing his pretty little dick.
My God! she thought. Am I losing my mind?!
Quickly she backed her finger out of Reed's rectum and wiped it on the towel he was lying on. Eunice couldn't deny the incestuous desire that was welling up in her sex-starved body. She didn't want to believe that she was capable of such indecent emotions. It shocked her to realize she wanted to seduce her own innocent grandson. She wondered if, subconsciously, she'd been using the enema as an excuse to have him naked so she could get her hands on him, and she shuddered at the thought that she might be such a wicked, demented person.
"Dilate me some more, Nanna," he pleaded naively. "It felt real good!"
"No, Reed, that's enough," she told him, trying to make her voice sound matter-of-fact.
She wished now that she had given him a laxative instead of insisting on the enema, but it was too late to back out. If she didn't go ahead and give it to him, he might suspect the horrible truth she'd just learned about herself.
Trembling visibly, her heart pounding in her shame-filled chest, the inadvertently aroused young grandmother inserted the rectal tube into the child's winking anus and released the spring clamp on the hose.
"Oooh… oohh… ohhhhh!" he cried with a mixture of pleasure and alarm, as the warmth of the olive oil-laced water surged up his colon and began swelling his belly. "That's enough, Nanna, turn it offf… before you… bust me!Ooohhhhh!!!"
"All right, dear. Don't panic. I'm shutting it off now," she told him, and squeezed down on the hose clamp until it clicked shut and stopped the flow. "No, no, not yet. Just lie still for a moment. I know you think you have to go right now, but you don't. Hold it in as long as you can."
Eunice noticed that his penis had wilted without him ever realizing it had started to erect. She heaved a sigh of relief, removed the rectal syringe from the hose and began washing it and her hands.
"I c-can't hold it in… no longer!" he warned, as she was putting the hot water bottle away.
"All right, dear. I guess you've held it in long enough," she said, and left the bathroom as he was scrambling to get on the pot.
When she heard him flush the toilet a few moments later, she went back in and drew his bath water for him.
"It wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked while she was washing his back.
The youngster shook his blond head. "You were right, too, Nanna. I feel lots better now."
Eunice only wished that she could say the same. She was ashamed of herself for having stuck her finger up his butt. The most upsetting part, however, wasn't what she'd actually done; it was those other lewd desires, the indecent things she'd wanted to do but hadn't!
Good Lord! she thought, as she lay in bed later that night. What came over me? I'm not like that! How could I have done such a vulgar thing?! She tried to stop thinking about it.
This proved to be an impossible task, though. Eunice had been denying her sexuality for over three years, but now the juices of desire had been reawakened. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the appealing peter of her handsome grandson starting to erect, and the mental images affected her even more strongly than the real thing had.
Her mind drifted back to the days when her husband was still alive. They'd had a mild but satisfying sex life, and now, for the first time, Eunice realized how much she truly did miss having his cock. The more she thought about their conjugal relations, the more she wished he was with her now.
She couldn't lie still. Sleep refused to come. Her plump, 5' 2" body grew more and more feverish as she tossed and turned. Soon, she was struggling with the nasty urge to abuse herself, something she hadn't done since she was in her teens. She locked her legs tightly together and clenched her buttocks.
A mistake. The contraction of her muscles caused her aroused loins to tingle all the more. Almost against her will she cupped her breasts, large but saggy with middle age; and began caressing them through the sheer material of her nylon nightgown. Her nipples were hard as berries, the brown areolas behind them puckered and aching.
"Damn it!" she moaned and in the privacy of her darkened bedroom, she captured the tender tips of her titties between her thumbs and forefingers and began lightly tweaking the tumid cones.
It felt marvelous. There was no denying the surge of sensual delight her kneading fingers evoked. The trunk nerve connecting her sensitive nipples to her loins carried the digital stimulation down her body. Rapidly the erotic sensations built in her vaginal area and began having their inevitable effect on her organ of sexual pleasure.
Slippery secretions beaded on the satiny walls of her sweltering vagina. The droplets ran together and began trickling down her inner sheath. In no time the furry crack between her legs started leaking the liquid proof of her frustrated desire.
Her clitoris glutted itself with blood. Its shaft grew longer, forcing the swollen head to slide jerkily from the sanctity of its protective hood.
Feeling perverted even as she did it, Eunice pulled her left tit out of her nightgown and, holding it up, took the tumescent nipple into her mouth.
"Mmmm, mmmm!" she sighed, rubbing her thighs together as she sucked her tender titflesh, her lips forming a seal at the junction of white supporting mound and brownish areola while her tongue lapped tantalizingly at the nerve-rich button of her erected nipple itself.
Her clit stood out boldly in the inverted V at the top of her pouting pussy. It throbbed with each rapid beat of her hammering heart. Eunice could feel the pulsations from it rippling up her vagina and bombarding her womb.
It was maddening. She feared she would start climbing the walls if she didn't get some kind of relief! Suddenly she kicked back the cover and jumped out of bed.
Beneath her underthings in the bureau drawer was a bullet-shaped vibrator. It had been out of its box only once. Her dead husband, kind and understanding man that he was, had ordered it for her when he became too ill for lovemaking. Eunice had examined it when the postman brought it and then, assuring her considerate husband that she would use it if she ever needed it and put it back in the box and hidden it beneath her panties and brassieres, where it had remained untouched ever since.
Well, now she needed it. Badly, too. And because her husband had given it to her, she told herself it was all right to use it. But it wouldn't work. The batteries that had come with it were dead with age.
"Shit!" Eunice muttered.
Out to the kitchen she trotted, her bare feet padding silently along the carpeted hallway as her fleshy tits and buttocks jiggled and jounced beneath her flowing nightgown. She robbed the flashlight of its batteries, hurried back to the bedroom and put them in the vibrator. She screwed the cap/switch base back on and twisted it to the on position.
Buzzzzz!
The vibrator worked fine with the different batteries. Eunice switched it off and laid it on the bureau. Her hands were trembling with anticipation as she leaned over, grasped the hem of her nightgown and, rising again, whisked it off over her head. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties, the crotch of which was sopping wet by this time, and skinned them down her plump but shapely legs.
Just as Eunice was stepping out of her secretion-soaked briefs, she heard footsteps on the front porch. She paused, glanced at the clock, the dial of which shone in the dark, and was surprised to see how late it was. There was the metallic report of a key being inserted into the lock, then the door opened and she heard a feminine: "Shh. No, honey, you can't come in." There was a moment of silence, then, "Mmmm, well, all right… but just for a little while, and we'll have to keep it quiet."