They watched TV that evening after Becky left for work. Reed was on and off the couch a dozen times. For the most part, he lay on the floor as eight-year-olds are wont to do, staring at the TV with his elbows in the carpet and his chin cupped in his hands.
"Make up your mind and light some place," Eunice kept telling him.
He wanted popcorn and she told him no. He wanted potato chips and she told him they didn't have any. He wanted a sandwich and she told him absolutely not, reminding him that it'd been his idea for the two of them to go on a diet and try to lose some of their excess weight.
"But I'm hungry!" he finally wailed. "We didn't have no bread or potatoes or no dessert either!"
"No, and we're not going to be having those things for a while. They're too fattening," she said. "We had plenty of vegetables and good, lean meat. Now hush."
But he kept begging for something to eat, and finally she relented up to a point, because he was making her hungry, too.
"All right," she said, getting up out of the recliner that'd been her husband's favorite chair. "I suppose we'll have to let our stomachs shrink gradually, but we're going to be sensible about our snacks from now on."
She went out to the kitchen and returned with a bowl containing a half-dozen freshly washed carrots for them to nibble on. Reed made a remark about rabbit food, but he took a carrot and began munching on it. Eunice sat back down in the recliner, selected the largest of the remaining five carrots for herself and set the bowl on the lamp table beside her.
From time to time she had all evening been glancing at the couch. Its very presence reminded her of what had gone on in this room the night before. Now that she was eating a plump, juicy carrot, it was even worse. Every time she opened her mouth to take a bite of the phallic-shaped vegetable, a mental picture of that good-looking young man's purplish glans penis disappearing into Becky's mouth flashed before her eyes.
She tried not to think about it. But as anyone who's ever tried not to think about some particular thing knows, attempting to shut something out of the mind only makes the mind dwell on it that much more. By the time Eunice finished off her first carrot, she'd pretty much given up and was letting her mischievous mind have its naughty way.
After all, she reasoned, imagining can't hurt anything, can it?
And imagine she did, for the lewd mental pictures of her lovely daughter performing fellatio on the strapping young man were causing her to slip slowly but surely into a sensual, daydreamy mood. Just the idea of oral sex had always been repugnant to Eunice but, for some inexplicable reason, now that she'd watched her own daughter engaging in it, it held a certain fascination for her, even though she still considered it unnatural and perverted – but maybe not quite so dirty and degrading as she'd once thought.
The fact of the matter was, Eunice was wishing she'd tried it herself when her husband had asked her to years ago, for now she would never know what it was like.
For the life of her the forty-six-year-old widow couldn't help wondering how a fat dick would taste, and how it would've affected her if she had given in and taken her husband's organ into her mouth. Of course it was too late to do anything about it now. Her husband was dead and buried and, although they'd had a good marriage, Eunice just couldn't see herself ever getting married again.
She picked up a second carrot and deliberately brought the large rather than the small end of it to her mouth. Pretending it was the erected penis of her husband when they were first married, she pursed her lips and, imagining it was the head of his dick, she kissed the somewhat rounded large end of the carrot.
This is silly, she thought, but instead of laughing she kissed the carrot again.
Silly or not, it gave her a charge because of her thoughts. She closed her eyes and slipped a couple of inches of the big end of the carrot in through her lips. Fantasizing that she was a young bride again, and that her handsome groom was coaxing her to do it, she began sucking and licking the carrot as if it really was the head of his penis.
To Eunice's surprise, this harmless little game she was playing turned out to be more exciting than she'd supposed it might be, because damned if sucking an imaginary dick wasn't making her wish she had the real thing in her mouth! She was beginning to realize what she'd been missing all those years and felt like kicking herself good for what might have been but now would never be. When she discovered that she'd started to bob her head almost imperceptibly, she bit off part of the carrot and put an end to her session of make-believe. Not only was it causing her to regret something that she could no longer do anything about, it was also making her hot, a condition which, as a widow, she'd learned to automatically guard against.
As she began chewing up the big bite of carrot she glanced at Reed. The boy was lying on the floor, staring straight ahead at the TV. Evident he hadn't noticed what she'd been doing. Eunice felt relieved. Had he asked her why she was sucking on a carrot, she would've felt ridiculous.
Her relief was short-lived, however, for while she was looking at her pudgy grandson his left hand moved back slowly and he started sliding the end of his index finger up and down the cleft of his plump young bottom. Little by little he worked it deeper, wedging his pajamas into the crack of his rear end. Absently he began rubbing his anus.
At first Eunice thought he was scratching himself, but when he kept it up and started squirming his rump around, too, she realized differently. Her first impulse was to tell him to stop doing such a vulgar thing, but something held her back. He was such a cute child, with a peaches and cream complexion and a face as pretty as any girl. In fact, from the neck up he looked like a girl, what with his silky blond hair being almost as long its Eunice's shag-cut, salt-and-pepper hair. There was a facial resemblance between them; they were both short and overweight; and because Eunice considered herself far too young to be a grandmother, she liked to fancy that people who saw them together mistook them for mother and on. She loved the child dearly but resented having been made a grandmother by the fact of his birth before she was even forty.
But that was neither here nor there at the moment, for she was thinking, I wish he'd stop doing that, as she watched, with a certain degree of fascination, his finger gouging deep into the gorge of his alluring, well-rounded asscheeks. She supposed he must be rubbing his tiny rectum the way she'd done while coating it with cold cream prior to giving him the enema, and she couldn't help feeling guilty for having inadvertently taught him it could be pleasurable. In her mind's eye she could just see him doing it when she had him out in public, maybe even in church, and she knew it would embarrass her to death if he did.
"Reed, don't do that."
"Huh?" He turned his head toward her, his expression telling her more clearly than words that he didn't know what she meant.
"You mustn't touch yourself there. Get you hand away from your bottom."
"But it itches, Nanna," he protested. "It start itching me in school today."
"Oh, for goodness sakes, I hope you didn't do that in school."
"No, ma'am, but I sure felt like it a couple of times. I don't know what's the matter. It never itched me there before."
Pinworms were the first thing that came to Eunice's mind, but she doubted he had them or he would have been itching before today. Besides, pinworms didn't bother a person in the daytime did they? But still…
"Maybe I'd better have a look at you, young man. Come over here by the light."
She turned the three-way lamp on to the 100-watt position and tilted the shade to make better use of the illumination. Reed hopped right up and trotted over to her.
"Turn around," she said. "And let down you pajama bottoms."
He did as he was told, and the sight of his plump little butt brought a strange smile to Eunice's face. She felt like kissing his behind. Instead she patted it fondly.
"Lean over, dear," she said, and scooted out to the edge of her chair. He bent over with his bottom staring her in the face and, reluctant to touch him after what she'd done last night, she instructed, "Now reach back and pull your little bottom open so Nanna can have a look in there where it itches."
The eight-year-old readily obeyed. "Maybe I need another enema."
"I shouldn't think so," she laughed nervously, her gaze zeroing in on the appealing rosebud of his exposed rectum. "What makes you think you need another one so soon?"
"I didn't go today."
"There's nothing unusual, in that. We got you cleaned out good last night. I expect you'll go again tomorrow."
"If I don't, will you give me another enema?"
"I suppose. But how come you're so eager to have another? Last night I had to threaten to spank you to get you in the bathroom."
"I was scared of it then," he admitted. "But now that I had one, I ain't a'scared of it no more."
"I'm not scared of it any more," she corrected.
"I didn't know you was scared of it, too," he said, sounding genuinely surprised. "You told me it wouldn't hurt, and you was right, too. It didn't hurt a bit. Heck, no, it felt real good."
Eunice laughed. "Yes, I know, dear, but one doesn't take an enema simply because it feels good. And certainly not every day. Once a week is enough."
"Why?"
"Well, because… just because, that's all."
An examination, not a discussion was in order, and she wanted to get it over with because, for some inexplicable reason, it excited her to have him bent over in front of her, holding his cute little buns apart with his behind only scant inches from her face. She placed her hands on his hips and turned him so the light would shine into his held-open butt better, and moved her head in a little closer.
On the rim of his pouting rectum she spotted a tiny area that appeared red by comparison. Closer inspection revealed that the skin was intact but damaged slightly. She supposed she must've accidentally scraped it with her fingernail last night. Although it was nothing serious, it made her feel bad to know that she'd hurt him in any way. Without thinking what she was doing, Eunice's head darted forward and she kissed the hurt spot.
"Nanna!" he gasped. "What are you doing?"
The youngish grandmother turned five shades red. "I th-think I must've scratched you last night while you were wiggling around. And I… I, uh kissed it to make it well, that's all. Doesn't your mother kiss away your hurts? I used to hers."
"Sometimes she does," he said, recalling that his mother had kissed his elbows and knees when he'd fallen on skates, and his thumb once when he'd hit it with a hammer. It'd never felt quite as good being kissed where his grandmother had just kissed him, though, and he told her honestly, "But Mother kisses more than once. She says that if one kiss will make it well, two will do it faster and three will really speed it up."
Lord help me, Eunice thought. I do want to kiss his cute little butthole again and, whether he knows it or not, he's giving me the perfect excuse to do it! I don't know what's the matter with me, but I just can't resist!
"If Becky kisses your hurts more than once, then I guess I'd better, too, hadn't I?" she mumbled, and licked her lips. "Do you want me to?"
"Uh-huh."
"All right, then I will. But you'll have to hold it open wider than that for me. Here, I'll help you."
With that, she placed her trembling hands over his and, inserting her thumbs into the appealing white crevice, spread his boyish cheeks wide open. In his bent-over position, his rosebud rectum stood out like the bullseye of a target. It seemed to be winking at her in invitation. A buzzing sound went off in her head, warning her that she was playing with fire.
Oh, what can it hurt? she mused. It's wrong, of course, a downright naughty thing to do, but Reed doesn't know that! I'll just give his sweet little anus a couple of quick pecks, is all.
Why she should want to do such an indecent thing was a complete mystery to the forty-six-year-old widow, but there was no denying her lewd desire. Her lips tingled with anticipation as she pursed them and wedged her face between the soft warmth of her grandson's fatty asscheeks. An illicit thrill rippled through her as she deliberately pressed her oral petals against Reed's forbidden orifice. Instead of giving it a quick peck, as she'd intended, Eunice kissed it a good one.
She drew back her suddenly whirling head, staring directly at his lipstick-stained anus. Her tongue crept out and swept over her lips, testing the musky flavor that clung to them. The heady taste wasn't at all unpleasant. Eunice shivered imperceptibly.
"Did that make Nanna's big boy feel all better?" she heard herself asking.
"I'll say," Reed sighed, waggling his rear around in front of her face. "Are you gonna kiss again, Nanna?"
"Of course I am, dear. We want your cute little buttie to get well quick, don't we?"
Eunice knew full well the minute inflamation would disappear by itself in a day or so. But like most children his age, Reed apparently believed that a mother's or a grandmother's kiss had some sort of magical healing power. There was some magic about it, all right, due to the location of his insignificant injury, but this particular kind of magic had nothing to do with healing. At least not for Eunice. She was becoming excited. Though she had Reed fooled, she couldn't kid herself any more. She had one more kiss coming and could hardly wait to get her lips back on his darling little asshole!
Feeling deliciously wicked, she moistened her lips with her tongue and, holding his firm/soft buns wide apart, nuzzled her face into the fleshy gorge. Her pursed lips brushed his feverish rectum once, twice, then emitting a tiny whimper, she fitted them around the pouting aperture and teased the tip of her tongue into its irresistible buttonhole.
"Ooooh!" the child squealed in pleasured shock. "Are you… gonna dilate… me again?"
"Unnn… yeth!" she whined, the tip of her tongue refusing to part with the puckered indentation it'd pierced.
Eunice hadn't planned to do anything like this, but now that she had her tonguetip into his tart-tasting anus, she lost her cool and began probing it deeper.
"Aaaah! Oh, Nanna, that's not your… finger this time… is it? It's your tongue! And it feels better than… your finger! Oh, do it, Nanna! Dilate me! I like it!"
Her young grandson's pleasured outcries egged her on. She couldn't believe she was doing such a nasty, perverted thing. Even as she moaned through her nose and shot her willfully sinful tongue all the way up into his heated rectum, it had an aura of unreality about it. Her head swam luridly as the dark brown flavor inside his butt assaulted her discerning taste buds.
She could feel him shivering as she lapped lewdly at the velvety walls of his youthful anal canal, keeping her tongue up him as far as it would go. Her hands trembled as she held his buttocks open for her greedy lips and tongue.
My God in heaven! she thought. What am I doiinnggg?!
But she couldn't stop, even though she felt horribly depraved. The sordid nature of her complusive act only heightened the wild blast of her obscene thrill. Something inside her snapped, releasing the bottled-up yearnings of a part of her personality Eunice had been denying existed within her until now.
As if they had minds of their own, her hands snaked around in front of Reed. Her right hand clutched the child's semi-erected penis, while her left shamelessly worked itself between his legs and enclosed the crinkled skin bag containing his small boyish testicles.
"Mmmm!" she moaned mournfully and, unable to hold herself in check, she began massaging his hairless young balls and jacking him off, with her lips pressed firmly to his anal region, her insatiable tongue skewering in and out of his hot, quivering asshole.
It was incredible to the heretofore prim and proper widow that she could do anything as grossly immoral as this! She'd never dreamed that such unnatural desires as she now experienced had been lurking beneath the surface of her consciousness. But they had, and now that they'd been released from the hidden cell-block in the back of her reeling brain, they were taking her over like inmates in revolt might storm a prison. The abrupt unleashing of her perverted longing overwhelmed Eunice.
How horrible! she wailed silently, her tongue spearing rapidly within the tight ring of Reed rectum as she stroked his hardening pecker and fondled his bird's-egg-sized testicles. God help me, because I can't help myself!
"Oh, Nanna! Ooouuu… oooohh!" she could hear Reed sighing.
The fact that she was behaving this way with her own grandson, literally attacking the innocent child, made her feel doubly demented. But she couldn't stop. Her unbidden lust drove her on. What she was doing to her daughter's young son was insanely wicked, unspeakably nasty, but the lurid thrill of it overpowered her completely. Now that she'd started ravishing the boy, she could no more have quit at this point than she could've sprouted wings and flown away.
This is incest! her outraged conscience railed. And perverted incest, at that! Get hold of yourself, you filthy slut! Stop it, stop it! For God's sake, what do you think you're doing?!
Eunice knew full well what she was doing. She also knew how despicable her actions were. The trouble was, she just couldn't help it!
Her suddenly freed lust was like a wild animal clawing around inside her loins. It was an evil imp that'd taken possession of her brain and was forcing her to continue this horrid sexual assault against her will. This was a crime against all that was good and decent, yet, for some unfathomable reason, the very wickedness of it was providing the uptight Eunice with the most fantastically sordid thrill of her entire life.
She could hear Reed sighing and moaning with the physical pleasure of it as she sucked his butt and tongue-fucked his hot little asshole furiously, all the while rubbing his quivering young nuts and running her gripping hand up and down the fat column of his short, turgid dick.
Listen to him carry on! she thought lustfully. The little bugger loves it! He's so excited! But not half as much as I am! He couldn't be! Oh, God, my heart! It feels like it's going to burst! Sweet little butthole! Precious little peter! Darling little balls! Feel like… I could… simply devour him!
The taste of his tiny bunghole, while not exactly palate-pleasing, was in no way offensive to Eunice now. The enema had cleaned him out good the night before, and he'd had a bath, too. His anus had a musky rather than a shitty flavor about it, and the heady aroma wafting up from his sweaty asscrack only titillated her keen nostrils and fanned the flames of her rampaging passion all the higher.
She squeezed down on his short, fat organ, rubbed his oblong goodies and rammed her tongue all the way up his shit chute, waggling it around his silky anal sheath as if she thought she could lick his belly button from the inside.
"Oooohh!" he moaned aloud, his pudgy little fingers blanching now as he strained to hold his buttocks open for her depraved tongue and lips. "Dilate me, Nanna! It feels… aahhh… good!"
Eunice was beyond caring about right and wrong by this time. She was reeling with lust. Perhaps she would be sorry tomorrow, but not tonight. She had to have this child, no matter what. In her present mood of total licentiousness, she felt like a ravenous she-creature that'd been dredged up from some dim, distant past. His stony young prick pulsed hotly in her hand, making her mouth water for a taste of it. Without warning she backed her tongue out of his rectum and broke the suctioning seal of her lips surrounding his erogenous orifice.
"So it feels good, does it?" she panted, spinning him around to face her as he straightened up. "And how does this feel to Nanna's big boy?"
Her fingers peeled back his elastic foreskin and she planted a wet kiss on the slitted tip of his rosy glans penis.
"Oouuuu, good!" he hissed. "But Nanna, what's wrong with my tallywhacker?!"
"Oh, you sweet, innocent little boy!" she cooed. "Nothing's wrong with it, dear! You've got a hard-on, and it's beautiful!"
"Butit's bigger… and it aches! Nanna,I'm scared!"
Eunice was so excited she felt like shouting, too, but she kept her voice as calm as she could under the circumstances in order to reassure him. "Don't be alarmed, Reed," she crooned, hiking up her robe and nightgown and drawing him in between her parted legs until his shaking knees were resting against her pantied crotch as she perched precariously on the edge of her deceased husband's favorite chair. "Everything's, going to be all right. Trust Nanna. Do you want me to make it go down for you?"
"How?" he wailed fearfully.
"You'll see, and you'll like it, too. Even better than you like having me dilate you." She unbuttoned his pajama top.
"Okay," he said unsurely.
"But, Reed, you'll have to promise me that you won't tell anybody… about any of this."
"Not even Mother?"
"Especially not your mother!" she gasped. "Will you promise? I won't help you unless you do."
It was obvious the eight-year-old was too naive to understand the need for secrecy. He didn't know what Eunice had in mind and, although he wondered about what she'd already done to him, he was too immature to even begin to suspect how wrong it was. All he knew was that it'd excited him and made him feel real good. And since she was his grandmother, he trusted her judgment.
"I w-won't tell her, Nanna," he stuttered, wishing she would get on with whatever she was going to do to help him. Despite her reassurance that there was nothing wrong with him having a "hard-on", his penis had never been in quite this condition before and it upset him.
"Promise?" she demanded, gazing up at him.
Her face looked odd to him, especially her eyes. They appeared kind of shiny, and he wondered why the corner of her mouth was twitching that way. "Cross my heart and hope to die," he said conspiratorially, because he got the idea that maybe they were putting something, although he didn't know exactly what, over on his mother.
Eunice breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Now just stand still. Nanna will take care of everything."
She arched her back and lowered her head. There was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. Oh, no. She was eager to taste his pretty peter. It was hers to do with as she pleased. And it pleased her to merely watch it for a moment at close range while her fingers pumped slowly up and down the shaft, popping the foreskin hood on and off his blood-inflated glans.
What a little beauty! she thought to herself, licking her parched lips in expectation. It's not much over three inches long, but it's nice and fat! Hard, too, and so hot! Jesus, I ought to have my head examined! What if he tells Becky? I'd never be able to live it down! Won't anyway! I'm so ashamed of myself, but, damn it, I just can't help it! Crazy, that's what I am, and I don't even care right now! Oh, how pretty! What a sweet little cock!
Shivering with the vulgar thrill of what she was doing, Eunice drew back Reed's penile hood for the final time and moved her head in closer. She pursed her desire-swollen lips and began planting fervent wet kisses all over the satin-smooth surface of the boy's enlarged dickhead, the way she'd seen her daughter do to the young man she'd brought home with her last night. Reed said nothing, but she could tell he loved it by the sudden intake of his breath.
Sweet Jesus! she thought as she extended her tongue and started curling it over Reed's feverish, taut-skinned knob. I can't say I blame Becky now! It may be nasty, but it's, oh, so nice!
Eunice's heart thumped wildly against her rib-cage. She was getting terribly excited now. It occurred to her that she could well have a stroke, the way her blood was churning through her veins, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.
To hell with it! came her internal cry of reckless abandon, and she darted her head forward.
The hard, saliva-coated head of her grandson's peter slipped jerkily in through the soft red circle of her eagerly receiving lips. A blast of carnal ebullition surged through her as she sucked down willfully on the salty-tasting head of the young child's skinned-back pecker. Eunice thought she would faint then and there, it affected her so much.
"Oooohh… Nanna!" Reed gasped, his plump body responding with an ecstatic shudder as the hot, wet mouth of his youngish grandmother engulfed the most sensitive part of his anatomy.
A mewling sound escaped the middle-aged widow's flared nostrils as she surrendered unconditionally to her fit of overpowering passion and began sucking and swirling her lecherous tongue round and around the pulsating head of the innocent eight-year-old's delicious young penis.
"Mmmm!" she murmured, savoring the musky flavor given off by his bare, prematurely aroused cockhead.