Eunice slid her hands around and grasped her grandson by his pleasingly plump buttocks. Holding him into position, she eased her head slowly forward. The sensation of his turgid young penis slipping deeper into the hungry circle of her soft, red oral petals thrilled her anew. She took every bit into her appreciative mouth, not stopping until the layer of spongy fat covering his rounded lower abdomen pressed warmly against her face.
His groin was totally devoid of hair. Her lips compressed against his febrile pubic mound, molding themselves snugly around the flared base of his adorable little dong. The bluntly rounded end of his swollen glans brushed lightly against the soft membrane lining the back of her throat. She could feel his precious young balls quivering hotly between her lower lip and the point of her trembling chin.
My God, how sweet! she thought and, heaving a nasal sigh of delectation, she sucked down harder, her shameless tongue lapping enticingly at the prominent vein running the length of his shaft's undersurface.
"Oooohhhh Nan-nnaaa!" the pleasure-stunned eight-year-old cried as he instinctively grabbed her head, his pudgy little boy's fingers entwining with the disheveled strand of her gray-sprinkled brown hair.
Emulating her daughter, the sex-starved widow began bobbing her head in a lazy to-and-fro motion, her puffy lips clinging salaciously to the white, saliva-moistened shaft of the child's throbbing peter.
This was the first time she'd ever had a prick in her mouth, but she knew it wouldn't be the last. Forgotten were the social sanctions that'd kept her on the straight and narrow for more years than she cared to think about. She still thought it was a screamingly wicked and perverted thing to do, but having the fat dick of her handsome young grandson in her mouth made the forty-six-year-old woman feel deliciously dirty. If she'd ever enjoyed a sex act more, she couldn't recall when it might've been. It was degrading, yes, and humiliating, too, but it was of her own doing and, now that she'd given in to her baser nature, she wouldn't have missed the incredible excitement of this lustful act of willful cocksucking for anything in the world. The fact that it was her own daughter's innocent young son she was so eagerly fellating made it all the more blissful for her.
"Yeah, Nanna! Oooohhh…suck it… my tallywhacker!" Reed panted.
"Mmmm!" Eunice sighed, redoubling her oral efforts, for the sound of the child's pleasured outcries whipped her passion that much higher.
She caressed the creamy-textured cheeks of his warm, squirmy behind, her head arcing back and forth swiftly now. The tremulous oval of her encircling lips glided smoothly up and down his short, sturdy stalk, sinking in against the fronts of her teeth as she drove her head forward, then clinging to his peter as she drew back, distending obscenely out from her face. The silky inner surfaces of her voraciously sucking lips pulled out around the boy's blood-engorged stem in quivering pink ridges that glistened wetly under the bright light of the nearby lamp's 100-watt bulb.
Eunice's shag-cut, gray-streaked brown hair fanned the air as it billowed around her rapidly bobbing head. Her tongue was in constant contact with the underside of his scrumptious pecker. Each time she drew back she curled her delighted taste organ worshipfully over the bloated, musky-flavored head of his pounding young peter.
The joy of her unnatural desire blotted everything else from her lust-fogged mind. Eunice had no idea how long she sat there on the edge of her chair, her back bowed and her head pumping to and fro, sucking ravenously at the stiff dick of her whimpering young grandson. Far as she was concerned, it could go on forever, because she was enjoying the perverted act of oral incest enormously.
But the moist heat of her rapaciously suctioning mouth was getting to the boy. This was a first for both of them, but Eunice was going down on him for all she was worth and the pleasure of it was building and building in his loins till Reed couldn't bear the almost torturing intensity of it.
"Nanna, stop! I c-cant ta-ake it no more!" he wailed in frightened dismay as the internal pressure of his impending orgasm threatened to blow him apart. The virginal lad had never had a cum, didn't know there was such a thing. In his state of pristine innocence, it was only natural for him to fear that something dreadful was about to happen to him. He'd seen a schoolmate have an epileptic seizure once, and he was scared silly that he was about to have one of those awful fits!
Reed's piteous pleading fell on deaf ears, however, for his wildly passionate grandmother couldn't have stopped blowing him right then if her life had depended on it.
The sexually deprived widow was hotter than she'd ever been in all her forty-six years. She knew by the way Reed's peter began twitching in her greedily suctioning mouth that his climax was starting to unfurl. She sucked all the harder, going, "Mmm, mmm, mmm!" as she held him by the buns, her fingers all but disappearing into the child's fatty globes, she was squeezing his butt so hard.
Furiously her head pumped back and forth, her vacuum-chamber mouth making lewd slurping noises around his pulsating pecker, with Reed sobbing aloud and pulling at her hair in his condition of terrified consternation.
Eunice was in no mood to stop and explain what was happening to him. He would know soon enough. In a matter of seconds his cries of alarm would melt away into moans of pleasure she longed to hear. She was bringing him off, her daughter's preadolescent child, and she could hardly wait to feel him cumming in her mouth.
"Oh, Nanna… you're hurting meeee… don't… please stop!" he whined, shoving frantically at her head as he attempted to escape the unbearable torture her crazed mouth was inflicting upon him. Then suddenly he went rigid, his mouth agape, and threw up his hands. "Oooohhhh!!!"
His internal muscles clamped down. He shuddered visibly. The head of his penis expanded to the limit inside the moist heat of Eunice's vacuumlike oral cavern.
"Uuunnnn, uuunnnn!" he moaned as his peter gave an involuntary throb and then began twitching out of control. "Nanna… Nannaaahh! Ung… ung… nnnaaaggghhhh!!!"
All at once the agony of it was gone, leaving him flooded with a great rush of vibrating, mind-numbing ecstasy that swept out in concentric circles from the vicinity of his spastically convulsing loins.
Oh, yes, yesss… God, how sweet! Eunice felt like shouting, but she wasn't about to do it, for no force on earth could've pried her suctioning mouth off the precious prize of his jerking, twitching peter.
His moment had arrived. She was giving her own eight-year-old grandson his very first orgasm. She'd sucked his dick and made him cum, and the lewd thrill of her willful wickedness blasted through her in such a terrific illicit thrill that she went off herself from the psychological impact of it. Her pussy gave a hungry gulp and sent down a gush of bubbling hot woman goo that literally drenched the nylon crotchband of her confining panties.
"Uuuunnnnn… Mmmmm!!!" she moaned around her mouthful of orgasmically pounding peter. Her legs shook. The fatty undersides of her fleshy thighs hung down quivering and swaying.
"Oooohh…ooooohhhhh… ooohhhhh!!!" The kid's rapturous chant echoed around the room.
The tone of Reed's pleasured outcries rang luridly in Eunice's ears, making her own fit of welcome-but-unexpected climactic bliss all the more intense. She held him close and began hunching his legs, rubbing her fluttering hairy hole against his knees through the thin material of her sopping-wet, panty secretion band.
"Nan-nnaaahhh!!!"
"Mmmmm… glub, glub… uuuun-nnnnn… oommmm!!!"
The inner turmoil of her roiling rapture caused her to lurch forward reflexively.
Splat! her face smacked against the rippling, sweat-beaded surface of the child's rotund tummy, flattening her nose and mashing her lips almost painfully against his hairless groin.
"Mmmmm!" she groaned, sucking down on his dancing young dick as if her very life depended on it as she drew her head part way back.
With only the ballooning dickhead in her mouth, she applied suction like a vampire dying of thirst and received an immediate reward of a few drops of oozing, crystal-clear nectar. The wholesome goodness she'd vacuumed up from his heretofore untainted young loins fell on her eager tongue and seeped in through the pores. Its delicate but undeniable sexual flavor made her taste buds tingle with delight. She swallowed the small amount of delicious cream he'd given her and gluttonously sucked his throbbing glans in a lust-crazed effort to drain more of the ambrosial fluid up from the purity of his small, boyish balls. Those few precious drops of tangy-tasting secretions were all the boy had to give her, however, and although the passionate woman dearly wished he had a man-sized load of hot, thick cum to spew out in her sperm-starved mouth, she was grateful for the little bit of seeping precum she'd received.
His orgasm was beginning to ebb. Suddenly Eunice drew back her head. Her puffy, still-sucking lips made a loud, wet-sounding slurping noise as they lost the rounded end of the lad's weakly throbbing glans.
"You're cumming!" she gasped as she wrapped the trembling fingers of her right hand around his spit-slick stem and started rubbing the rosy head against her cheek. "Me, too! Ohhhhh! Baby, baby! Aaahhhhh!!!"
"Ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh!" the eight-year-old chanted sighingly, looking down at the lust-contorted visage of his rapturously moaning grandmother. Again he thought how much younger and prettier she was than other kids' grandmothers. He was beginning to like her more and more, too. He couldn't see what she was rubbing against his knees, but the warm sticky-wetness of its touch felt nice.
"Cumming!" Eunice panted. "Ohhhhh… gawd, gawd… it feels soo goooddd! Ooouuuu cuuummmmiiinnnggg!!!"
Reed grinned. He touched the side of her face. It was nearly over for him now, but if Nanna was going through what he just had, the sexually awakening lad had to agree that it was awful good! Cumming, she called it.
"Oh, boy, Nanna, I sure am… glad that you didn't stop sucking my tallywhacker… when I asked you to!"
"Oh, Precious!" she crooned. "Yes, yes! Ohhhh… uuuoooo… aaaahhhh!!!"
"Does it feel good, Nanna? Are you still cumming?"
"Mmm-hummmm! Oh, Reed! Ooohhhh!!!"
She pulled him down onto her lap and hugged him to her heaving bosom. It wasn't until several moments later, when the afterglow of her satisfying orgasm had faded, that Eunice realized with a sense of guilt-stricken horror what she'd done. She tried to explain to Reed why they must never do anything like that again, but she was afraid that he was too young and naive to understand.
True to his word, Reed didn't tell his mother what had happened. But the little bugger kept wanting her to suck him off again. Eunice tried and tried to explain what a dreadful sin they'd committed and why they mustn't ever do it again, but he either didn't understand or didn't care. Eunice couldn't tell which.
A couple of times he pulled his dick out and put her hand on it before she knew what he was up to, and it nearly melted her. God, how she was tempted to take that sweet thing in her mouth again! Only she didn't dare. In the back of her mind she knew if she ever weakened to the point of actually fellating him again, she would never be able to say no from then on.
Already she felt like a whore not a grandmother. Guilty, cheap and filthy. By all that was good and decent she had to guard against falling into the quicksand of incestuous carnality again. She'd escaped from it once, barely. But if she and Reed slipped into it a second time, she had no doubts that it would suck them down, down, down, into all sorts of wicked perversions.
Eunice silently endured her heavy burden of scathing shame and smothering guilt all the rest of that week. Then on Sunday, with Becky home all day and evening, her very presence constantly reminding Eunice of her own wickedness, it became too much for the conscience-stricken widow. She determined to have a talk with Becky the next day, while Reed was in school. Perhaps she would confess to corrupting the boy, but at any rate, she was going to urge her daughter to take her son and dog and move out of the house now that she had a job and could afford a place of her own.
She hated to do that because she loved both Becky and Reed dearly. It was her own sin, not anything they'd done that was forcing her to ask them to leave. She couldn't look at Reed any more without thinking about him in a sexual way. One part of her hungered to possess him, to seduce him and make him her secret lover, while the other part of her told her she was utterly insane to even entertain such an evil notion. Her conflicting emotions were tearing her apart, keeping her up every minute of the day. It was an intolerable situation which she couldn't allow to continue. Reed was becoming progressively more irresistible to her. If she didn't get that tempting mouth-watering boy out of her house soon, she knew she was doomed to either follow her baser desires or crack under the strain and wind up going stark raving mad.
But Eunice wasn't the only woman in the house with a sex problem that Monday morning. Having gone to bed earlier than usual on her night off, Becky awakened at about 9:30 with that old familiar itch between her long, lovely legs. She could hear her mother running the vacuum cleaner and supposed she ought to get up and help her with the housework.
A moment later the vacuum cleaner was shut off, however, and by the time Becky had forced herself out of bed, she heard her mother leave the house and drive away. This told Becky two things. 1) Her mother had finished cleaning the house. 2) She had gone to the market to do her daily grocery shopping – daily food shopping was a peculiar habit of Eunice's – and wouldn't be back for the better part of an hour.
Yawning and stretching, the lush-bodied, honey blonde-haired young woman emerged naked from her room and padded barefoot across the hall to the bathroom. The pink lips of her pouting pussy were already damp with the dew of her frustrating state of unasked-for-arousal when she plopped her well-packed posterior down on the john and began pissing loud and long. Passing the stream of warm, yellow urine caused her tumescent labia to flutter in a titillating fashion, which, although it was pleasant, it did nothing to scratch Becky's sexual itch. In fact, it only worsened her predicament. When the healthy beauty wiped her snatch with a handful of toilet tissue, it set the sensitive, hair-lined lips to tingling hungrily. That's when Becky knew, from past experience, that she was going to have to do something to relieve herself or suffer until tonight, when some good-looking guy at the club would sense she was ripe and take advantage of her condition to get his cock in her.
This she couldn't allow to happen. Not only was she trying desperately to prove she could be true to her husband – that one time with Jack was her only slip so far – but she'd also stopped taking the Pill, so having a strange cock was out of the question. If she got knocked up while she was separated from her husband, there would be no chance of ever getting him back, and Becky was still halfway hoping for a reconciliation even though he hadn't so much as sent her a postcard.
With her mother gone to market and her son at school, Becky knew she had the house all to herself for a sufficient period of time to satisfy her demanding sex need. But there were only two avenues of physical stimulation open to her, and she deplored masturbation. She'd reverted to frigging herself off only a dozen or so times since, as a panting teenager, she'd gladly surrendered her cherry in the back seat of a car and had learn how joyous it was to have a stiff prick working the hot crack between her legs.
At the moment, however, the only alternative to self-abuse was the horny Great Dane out in the back yard. Becky frowned at the thought of taking her pet on this morning. Or any time, for that matter. It was getting caught with Buster's dick in her that'd caused the breakup of her marriage and gotten her into this mess she seemed to be making of her life lately.
But I'll have to admit, Becky thought as she got up and flushed the john, that a girl knows she's had a screwing when a Great Dane gets through with her. I know for a fact that I damned sure did. And every time, too. There was never any faking an orgasm when Buster was humping it to me. God, the way he used to make me cum!
Although she'd been steadfastly resisting bestiality because of her husband's reaction of shock, then outrage, when he'd walked in on her the middle of a session with Buster, Becky couldn't for the life of her see where it was so all-fired wrong to copulate with a clean, well-cared-for dog. Other than her husband's ego, what had it hurt? Not her, that's for sure. And a woman can't get pregnant from canine semen, so wasn't it actually better to let the family pet service her when she had to have it, rather than go out and get laid by some guy, the way lots of service wives did all the time?
"Just this once!" Becky sighed and, having talked herself into it, she trotted, tits ajouncing, toward the back door to call Buster into the house.