It's a sad fact in this age of enlightenment that untold thousands of women live out their entire lives without ever having an orgasm or really enjoying conjugal relations. And millions more, because of the inhibitions of their upbringing, cannot relax and fully enjoy the bliss of sexual intercourse for the first several years of their married life.
Most women, in fact, do not fully appreciate the pleasures that an erected phallus can give them until they reach their early thirties; although many are adept at feigning pleasure and faking climaxes for the sake of their husband's male ego. It is only the fortunate few females in our society who escape the moral prohibitions against anything carnal and manage to turn on in their teens or early twenties; and unless these lucky lasses are careful they wind up being branded as promiscuous or "loose" women.
We have the founding Pilgrim Fathers to blame for this sorry state of affairs, and most modern-day husbands would gladly slay the lot of those pious old fools if only there were some way to get back in time. Alas, there is no way, so we, along with the generations between, must suffer for the prudery of their narrow-minded religious code. And our women suffer most.
Take, for instance, Eunice Murphy, the forty-six-year-old widow who is the heroine of author Jane Tanner's latest erotic novel, NANNA'S BIG BOY. Eunice had had a good marriage. In her own timid way, she'd even learned to enjoy sex, allowing her husband to use two positions for intercourse but never permitting anything that hinted of perversion. Then her husband up and died and, like many women who've built their lives around one man, Eunice pulled into a protective shell of her own, having been left financially able to do pretty much as she pleased. She failed to make new friendships or maintain the old.
For three years after her husband died, Eunice denied that a woman of her age had any sexual needs. She was a walking bomb of pent-up tensions when her daughter -- a beautiful young woman of twenty-eight who'd been plumb crazy for it ever since she lost her cherry as a tender teenager -- separated from her husband and moved back in with Mom, bringing with her Reed, her plump eight-year-old son, and Buster, the huge Great Dane which, unbeknownst to Eunice, Becky's husband had caught her taking on in bestial intercourse.
Eunice might've gone on believing that a healthy woman of forty-six is over the hill, sexually speaking, if it hadn't been for a long-standing habit of hers the weekly enema. With Becky working nights as a cocktail waitress, the duty of attending to her son's needs fell on the youngish grandmother. When Reed asked for laxative -- which Eunice had absolutely no use for -- she quite naturally did the better thing.
She took the appealing child into the bathroom and had him strip naked so she could give him an enema. Eunice knew she'd made a mistake soon as the sight of his rosebud rectum excited her. Being anally erotic herself, she managed, with a flimsy excuse about dilating him, to stick her finger up his boyish butt. Boing! Up came his cute little penis and it was all the sex-starved woman could do to keep from committing incest then and there.
Later that night, while Eunice was still hot and bothered, her comely daughter brought home a well-endowed young man and, as Eunice secretly watched in melting dismay, went down on the guy all the way as a prelude to bigger and better things. Eunice's sense of horrified fascination held her spellbound, for she herself had never done such a filthy, disgusting thing.
That was soon to change, however, and Eunice's first act of fellatio was performed upon the darling "tallywhacker" of her own, pristinely innocent young grandson, and...
This is barely the beginning of the lustful tale which Mrs. Tanner has spun in her own inimitable way. As in every one of her novels, there is plenty of juicy action from first page to last. So, if the story of a middle-aged woman with all the hangups of her generation breaking free at last to discover the joys of carnality with her eight-year-old grandson and a huge, horny Great Dane appeals to you, you can't go wrong with this sex-packed book.
-The Publishers
Chapter One
"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."
Chapter Two
Eunice gritted her teeth, thinking, Damn it, why did she have to get home now? And who has she got with her?!
She hesitated, wanting to get on with it but fearing that, even if she closed the bedroom door, the buzzing sound of the vibrator might carry to the living room, where she could hear her daughter and some unknown man conversing in tones so low that she couldn't make out what they were saying.
Becky was separated from her husband, had moved back home a week ago with Reed and Buster, the huge Great Dane that ate like a horse. They'd already had an argument about Buster, which Eunice had won only by asserting her authority. She didn't care if the dog was a wonderful pet. An animal that size didn't belong in the house, so, insisting the fenced back yard would be plenty good enough for him, Eunice had compromised only to the point of agreeing to leave the side door of the garage ajar so Buster could sleep in it and take shelter whenever it rained.
The widowed mother of forty-six and her twenty-eight-year-old married daughter had also gone round and around about the job Becky had found for herself. Becky had won that argument though, and against her mother's wishes had gone to work as a cocktail waitress in what Eunice referred to as "that den of iniquity". Had Eunice known that her stunningly beautiful daughter was not only a cocktail waitress but a topless one, at that, she would've had a fit. But Becky, who'd always had the morals of an alley cat despite her proper upbringing, had spared her uptight mother the news that her new job required her to nightly display her magnificent knockers for the voyeuristic benefit of the hottest night spot in town's paying customers.
Now Eunice had another bone to pick with her physically perfect albeit morally deficient daughter. Becky was a grown woman with a child of her own, but she was an only child and Eunice -- who dreaded the onset of menopause and literally hated the prospect of growing old -- refused to face the facts of life. The way she'd handled widowhood (rarely going out, not bothering to make new friends, refusing to even consider taking a job -- her dead husband had left her reasonably financially secure) proved this.
In short, Eunice had, instead of attempting to make a new life for herself, drawn into her shell more and more during the three years since her husband's death and, although she didn't realize it, she was dangerously close to becoming a borderline schizoid.
And so, actually believing the world was the way she'd always been taught -- beginning with Sunday School as a small child of the strict, depression-racked thirties -- to view it, Eunice was more than a little put out with her daughter's current misbehavior, as she saw it. Becky had said she would probably be filing for divorce, but she hadn't filed yet and, to Eunice's way of thinking, no decent young woman would be sneaking around with one man while she was still wedded to another.
Her own state of sensual arousal notwithstanding, as Eunice stood there nude in the privacy of her darkened bedroom, straining her ears to listen to the sounds of kissing mingled with male and female murmurings drifting back from the living room of her comfortable but modest home, anger welled up inside her.
Momentarily forgetting the phallic-shaped vibrator, Eunice indignantly snatched up her robe and put it on. She had no intention of permitting her daughter to carry on in this sinful way, not under her roof, at any rate!
You'd think Becky would have more respect for her father's memory! Eunice huffed silently.
After she'd buttoned her robe clear up to her neck, Eunice stuck out her slightly double chin and, with a self-righteous expression of stern disapproval firming up her middle-aged cheeks, she padded barefoot from her room. Wanting to catch them in some sort of illicit embrace so she would be positively justified in upbraiding her daughter and ordering the man, whoever he was, out of her house, Eunice tiptoed up the hall. Just as she was about to stick her head around the corner and peer stealthily into the living room, she heard the metallic whine of a zipper and her daughter's breathy voice, saying: "Oh, honey, yes! Take it out! Your cock! Let me feel it!"
A gotcha smile played tightly over Eunice's pious visage. Although she deplored the vulgarity of the mental image which flashed into her mind, she decided to wait until she could catch Becky red-handed in the disgusting act of fondling a penis not lawfully belonging to her.
Becky's cautiously modulated voice quavered with desire as it wafted into the alert ears of her lurking mother: "It's hard as a rock, and so big, too! You're really hung! Damn, Jack, a pole like that could rupture a girl!"
There was a masculine chuckle, followed by, "I don't get many complaints about it being too small."
"I shouldn't think you ever would. Mmmm! Does it feel good! I haven't had any for two whole weeks, but you're gonna remedy that, aren't you, honey?"
"Change your mind, did you? You want it now, do you?"
"I'll say!" Becky sighed, her gold-flecked brown eyes turning smoky as she gazed longingly at the oversized phallus which her femininely graceful hand was busy exploring. "I don't know if I can take it all, though! How long is this womb-jammer anyway?"
"Take a guess, sugar," he taunted, the powerful fingers of his hamlike hand burying themselves in the lustrous tresses of her naturally curly but now disheveled, dark-blonde hair. "Guess it within a half inch and you win the right to kiss it."
"Promises, promises," Becky laughed. Then she grasped his rod and tugged it down at an angle, absently licking her full, sensuous lips as her appreciative eyes estimated its length. "Nine inches," she breathed. "At least that. Do I win the prize?"
"Closer to eight," Jack told her. "But with lips like those, you get to kiss it anyway."
Eunice could hardly believe her ringing ears. She and her dearly departed husband had never carried on in such a shocking manner. Considering the sex act to be the holy communion of their love for one another, they'd always engaged in both foreplay and intercourse in virtual silence except for an occasional, but heartfelt, "I love you," and a few whispered endearments that turned to the inevitable tiny outcries of ecstasy when one or both of them reached fulfillment.
Understandably, Eunice was stunned by the lewdness of her daughter's flippantly indecent remarks. Only instead of becoming more outraged, as she felt she should, Eunice's reaction was precisely the opposite.
To her utter dismay, the sex-starved forty-six-year-old woman, who'd always thought of herself as a proper wife and mother, suddenly found herself hanging on every smutty utterance of the lurid conversation between her misbehaving daughter and the horny man whose identity remained a mystery to her.
Try as she did, Eunice simply couldn't force herself to storm into the living room and lay into them. The cocksureness of her convictions drained from her and, along with it, the courage to complete her self-appointed task.
Angry at herself now for her timidity, Eunice decided she'd better tuck tail and tiptoe back to her room before she suffered the embarrassment of being discovered eavesdropping on them. That was when she learned, to her bewilderment, that she couldn't move. She nearly screamed out loud. It was as if her bare feet had immobilized her by sending roots down into the carpet. There she stood, barely out of their sight in the hallway, reeling with frustration at her apparent inability to tear herself from the spot.
"That's the girl. You know you've got to peel my banana to get at the best part of it, don't you?" Eunice heard the uncouth man saying and, although her feet refused to budge, the rest of her didn't.
All at once her legs became too weak to support the weight of her pudgy torso. Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. In the nick of time, she leaned against the wall to keep from falling. Inadvertently her head jutted forward and, when all motion had ceased, her right eye was looking at the wall on which her cheek rested, while her left eye -- the one with perfect vision -- stared around the corner and into the offset area of the living room, where Becky and a strapping young man Eunice didn't know were sitting.
With a sense of horrified fascination, Eunice watched as the graceful hand of her lovely daughter ruttishly tugged down on the thick shaft of the stranger's huge erection. When her hand stopped at the midpoint of his organ, his elastic foreskin had been drawn back all the way, leaving exposed the awesome sight of his swollen, purplish-hued glans penis.
The three-way lamp on the table beside the nearest end of the couch had been turned on to the 30-watt position. Its dim light caused the diamonds in Becky's wedding rings to sparkle as, clinging to the object of her adulterous desire, she allowed the man who'd brought her home to draw her head down into his lap. Becky's gold-flecked brown eyes had a glassy appearance. She gazed fixedly at the bluntly rounded top of the stiff dick she had in her hand, her tonguetip tracing her lips in anticipation it, her pretty face came nearer and nearer to the mushrooming knob.
When it was about three inches below her dainty nose, Becky inhaled deeply and then let out her breath with a sigh, obviously savoring the musky aroma wafting up from his aroused organs of masculinity. She squeezed his prick. A large drop of colorless fluid bubbled from the pouting eye of his crown. Her pink tongue darted out like a snake and scooped it up eagerly, then retreated back into her mouth as if it'd stolen a rare gem.
"Mmmm!" Becky sighed, and she smacked her lips in delectation.
"Find something good, did you?" Jack asked with a grin.
"I'll say I did!" she breathed. "Turn my head loose, honey. I can take it from here."
"I'll bet you can, at that," he replied disentangling his fingers from the large, loose curls of her sexily mussed, honey-blonde hair. "Like all the way?"
"Mmm, I'm tempted," she admitted, her lips brushing against the forefront of his turgid bulb she spoke in a throaty tone barely above a whisper: "But only if you can go twice, because my pussy wants some of this, too."
"Don't worry, sugar, I won't disappoint you."
"You'd better not, after getting me worked up like this," she warned and, with that, she began moving her head around, making lascivious smacking noises as she rained fervent wet kisses all over the livid surface of his taut-skinned glans.
Oh, no! Eunice gasped silently, flaming butterflies flitting unbidden through her stomach as she stood by secretly watching her only child willingly lowering herself in this brazen fashion. She was always crazy about boys, but I never dreamed that MY daughter would do such a filthy disgusting thing as that! Look at her! She's licking it now... the head of his dirty dick! Becky, where did I fail you? How could you disgrace me this way? And in your dead father's house, at that. With a total stranger! Good Lord, have you no shame at all?! I raised you to be decent and pure and sweet! No, no, no... I can't bear to witness this!
But witness it she did, for she couldn't rip her gaze away. Eunice's own loins were congested with the hot blood of her unwanted desire, and the vulgar tableau before her held her attention like a powerful magnet. She couldn't look away. Against her will she stared transfixed at the immoral sight of her married daughter committing not only adultery but a crime against nature, as well. An illicit thrill tingled up Eunice's spine as she watched Becky tug that big penis this way and that so she could alternately kiss and lick every bit of its obscenely bloated crown.
For three long years Eunice had lived alone as a grieving widow, denying that a woman of her age had any sex needs. And now, at forty-six, it was finally catching up with her. She'd only been kidding herself, and the events of this night were teaming up on her to prove it. Her sexually deprived body was coming alive as never before, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"MMMM... smack, smack... SWEET DICK... slurp, slurp!" Becky was getting carried away way with herself now, but remembering where she was, she lowered her voice again and without looking up, asked, "Have I got you primed, Jack? Are you ready for me to take it in my mouth and finish you off?"
"Better believe it, sugar," he sighed. "Christ, what a tongue! I was beginning to think I'd pop my nuts before you got around to wanting the main course."
Becky sat up laughing softly. "The main course is intercourse, honey, and you'd better keep that in mind because going down on you is only an appetizer for me. Now drop your pants and shorts, you lovely bastard, 'cause I want to hold your balls when you squirt that delicious stuff they make into my mouth."
"Hell, yeah!" he husked, hurriedly opening the tops of his trousers and boxer shorts. He raised up and shoved them down past his knees, then spread his legs as they settled about his feet.
She slid off the couch, took off his shoes then pulled his bunched pants and shorts off over stockinged feet. Her hands hooked behind knees and tugged. He scooted out till his behind rested on the edge of the cushion. Assuming a kneeling position between his legs, she cupped his wrinkled, wild-haired scrotum, lifted and began kissing and licking at the oblong goodies it contained.
"Your balls feel nice and full," she purred, kissing and licking her way up the undersurface of his slightly curved shaft, the tip of her tongue tickling along the sensitive, prominent vein.
"Yeah. I got a big load built up for you, sugar."
"Oh, I hope so!" she sighed.
Her trembling right hand clutched his dong and peeled its foreskin back far as it would go. She moistened her lips with her tongue and forme them into a shiny red O. Cradling his heavy nuts in her left hand, she wriggled into position on her knees and lowered her head, fitting the red circle of her soft oral petals over the bluntly rounded head of his erection.
"Mmmm!" she whimpered, letting the shape of his mushrooming crown enlarge the receptive O of her lips as she eased her head down and took the purplish bulb into her oral cavity.
"God!" he husked, when she sucked down on his dickhead and started swirling her tongue around it. "Your mouth... feels like... melted butter!"
Becky emitted a throaty sound of pleasure and started bobbing her head slowly, her puffy red lips dragging salaciously up and down his saliva-glistening stalk as her creamy-white cheeks pumped suckingly in and out.
From her vantage point in the hallway, Eunice had a clear view of the perverted act her submissively kneeling daughter was so eagerly performing. It was the most blatantly obscene thing she'd ever seen! Her inhibited brain fairly reeled with the sordidness of what she saw.
Oh, the shame of it! Eunice whined inwardly. My own daughter... doing THAT... and to a stranger, not her husband! Not a word about loving one another! It's just sex for sex's sake! Dirty! Nasty! Disgusting! I raised her right! Dear God, how can she take that filthy thing in her mouth?! She must be demented!
But despite Eunice's horrified incredulity, it was perfectly obvious to her that both the young people were thoroughly enjoying the unspeakably immoral act. Her mature loins were ablaze, her middle-aged body shivering involuntarily. Her pent-up emotions were being set free against her will. Her body wouldn't listen to her brain. Eunice couldn't believe how hot and bothered she was getting. Her pussy hungered for the feel of a hard prick as it never had before. Vaginal secretions were oozing out over the blood-engorged labia of her furry crack, trickling all warm and sticky-wet down the insides of her fleshy thighs.
As Eunice watched enthralled while her laughter's head began gradually moving faster and faster, the loose curls of her honey-blonde hair bouncing and swaying, she realized this wasn't the first time Becky had used her mouth in this vulgar manner. She knew exactly what she was doing and seemed to love it. Although she deplored the very thought of it, Eunice couldn't help wondering what it would be like to do that herself. In the early days of their marriage, her husband had tried to get her to take his penis in her mouth. Of course she'd refused, and after a few times he hadn't bothered her that way again, but now she almost wished she had given in and tried it at least once.
Becky's strict upbringing hadn't taken. She lost her cherry at fourteen and had been cock-crazy ever since. A healthy girl with a strong sex drive, the only thing she enjoyed more than sucking a dick was having one rammed up her. She was an accomplished fellatrice and always became very excited when she was going down. Strangely enough, although she'd had countless boy friends in her teens, Becky had settled down after marriage and remained faithful to her husband, until a few months back. When he was away on a temporary duty assignment, she'd weakened and taught the Great Dane how to screw her. Once she'd go started with the big dog she couldn't stop. Eventually her husband had caught her in the act and he hadn't been a bit understanding. In fact he'd moved into the barracks and refused to even talk to her on the phone.
Sick at heart over the breakup of her marriage, Becky had sworn off bestiality. Secretly she was hoping to prove she could mend her ways and thereby win her husband back. But the only good-paying job she'd been able to find in her hometown was that of a topless cocktail waitress. Men at the club drooled over her magnificent boobs, curvaceous torso and long, shapely legs. The temptation was too great and, tonight, although she hadn't intended to go all the way, she accepted a ride home instead of calling a cab, and now nature was taking its course.
It'd been two weeks since she'd had sex of any kind, and for Becky that was a long, long time. Once she'd felt Jack's prong, she'd melted. It was the biggest hunk of meat she'd ever gotten hold of. Now she was on her knees, had it in her mouth and was sucking for all she was worth to bring him off. God, how she wanted the cream in those large, bloated balls she held in her hand!
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" she chanted, her head flying up and down as she sucked the top four inches of his prize dong and pumped the lower part of his pulsating shaft with her tightly gripping hand to hasten his ejaculation.
And the daughter's enthusiastic cocksucking was having its lewd effect on her peeping mother. Eunice was having difficulty getting her breath now. The tip of her tongue traced absently round and around the tremulous oval of her parted lips. In spite of a lifetime of propriety, she began to envy her daughter. The visual stimulation of seeing her only child excitedly blowing a strange man was rivetting to her. The soft, wet sucking sounds bombarded Eunice's spinning brain. The sight of Becky's puffy red lips skimming lasciviously up and down the man's throbbing, spit-glistening phallus was setting Eunice on fire.
Yes, Becky, suck it, suck it! Make him cum! she shouted mentally because, dirty or not, the perverted act being performed before her had finally snapped something inside Eunice, God help me! I don't even know that young man, but I can't help wishing... it was ME instead of Becky sucking his gorgeous pecker!
Once she'd admitted the base truth of her shameful emotions, Eunice's mouth fairly watered for a taste of the stiff dick her daughter was orally enjoying. Though she would never actually do such a brash thing, she experienced an almost overwhelming urge to rush into the room, shove Becky's head out of the way and take that lovely big prick in her own hungry mouth.
My stars, what's wrong with me?! Eunice wailed inwardly. I must be losing my mind!
It was torture for her to watch now. The torment of her inner turmoil tugged at Eunice's sperm-starved womb, and never in all her forty-six years had she experienced anything so unbearably delicious as the carnal craving which resulted from the unleashing of all the frustrated yearnings which had been bottled up inside her for so long. The copious secretions of her weeping vagina were running down past her knees now. She cupped her aching breasts and squeezed them hard, whimpering softly as her lust-glazed eyes remain riveted to the fascinating act of ongoing fellatio on the couch.
"AAAH, GOD!" Jack moaned, his hips starting to hunch Becky's face as he grabbed a double handful of her hair and threw back his head. "GET READY! HERE IT... OHHHH... COMESSS!!!"
Suddenly Becky's head stilled. She clung to the bottom of his stem, massaging his drawn-up nuts with her left hand while the top of her shaft-gripping right hand beat rapidly at the shimmering circle of her puffy red oral petals. She was letting him fuck her face and sucking the forefront of his pulsating peter like mad as he did so. While her quivering cheeks sank inward from the force of her suction, her unseen tongue flailed whiplike at the turgid head of his thrusting tool, urging him on, silently begging him to hurry up and give her the creamy reward she'd been working for.
Sensing that the climactic moment had arrived, Eunice pinched down on her tumescent nipples and, panting with lust, had to bite her tongue to keep from yelling, Shoot it, you good-looking devil! Squirt your slimy, hot cum in my little girl's mouth! She wants it, so, Goddamn you, give it to her! Now, now, nowww!!!
Jack's head rolled about, his hips pumping frantically. He was trying to ram it down into her throat, but Becky's encircling hand prevented this. She was taking exactly the amount of pistoning prick she wanted, and not a fraction more. The thick shaft sawed incessantly away at the soft, saliva-coated surfaces of her lewdly distended lips, the swollen glans bump, bump, bumping against the silky membrane lining the back of her throat. Her cheeks were drawn in obscenely now, molded so snugly to his organ that its flared coronal ridge caused her cheeks to ripple as he fucked its pounding head furiously in and out of her voraciously suctioning mouth.
"UUNNN... UNG, UNG, UNG!" he grunted and, letting go of her head, he sank back to the couch, his entire body shuddering rapturously as orgasm took him over.
Although all Eunice could see at the moment was the spastic twitching of the man's large testicles cupped in her daughter's hand, she knew he was at that instant beginning to lose his seed. Becky's nasal outcry of perverted pleasure rang luridly in her ears, making Eunice dizzy, and lightheaded. She could almost see the gluey jets of whitish semen spurting into her child's mouth. With her imagination working overtime, Eunice could nearly taste it herself. The vicarious thrill of it was damned near too much for the sexually deprived widow. Her heart raced out of control. It hammered against her heaving rib cage, sounding like a tom-tom inside her spinning head.
Only the ballooning head of his jerking cock was inside Becky's mouth now. He had a massive load built up. It was gushing out of him all hot and thick.
"MMMMM!" Becky moaned through her passion-enlarged nostrils, savoring the rich blast of bitter-almond flavor as his spurting cum flooded her greedy mouth. The sharply acrid sperm floated her tongue and made her appreciative taste buds tingle with delight. A wave of frothy white jism washed out over her puffy red lips and began running down her chin before she started gulping the rest of it down gluttonously, her spasmodically working throat going, glub, glub, glub!
The sheer eroticism of a cock spewing cum into her daughter's eagerly receiving mouth wiped all thoughts of it being nasty and perverted from Eunice's lust-fogged mind, but this was more than she could take. As she watched the overflow trickle down Becky's quivering chin and stretch from its point in a long, gluey string, and saw her throat begin straining to drink the remainder of it, Eunice realized she had to get out of there before she fainted or, worse yet, went completely out of her head and charged into the room with them to give her blessing and join them in their depravity.
Her legs were like rubber but somehow she managed to turn around and stagger back down the hall to her room. She shut the door, leaned against it and, gasping for breath, started unbuttoning her robe. The damned thing was smothering her! She had to get it off!
Naked as the day she was born, her saggy tits swaying and her fleshy buttocks flopping, Eunice ran to the bureau, snatched up the vibrator and jumped into bed with it. She was shaking all over, especially her hands, as she wedged the rounded tip of the pink plastic instrument between the blood-swollen lips of her hairy hole and started pushing it up into the grateful sheath of her burning, itching vagina.
"OOOUUU!" she moaned, when her starved cunt swallowed the bullet-shaped device in one hungry gulp.
She put a pillow between her legs to mute the sound, then twisted the switch-cap base to the on position with most of it already inserted into her body.
Buzz-zzz-zzz.
With her flesh and the pillow muffling the noise, she could scarcely hear the vibrator running, but she could certainly feel it. God, how she could feel it!
"OOOHH... OOOHH... OOOHHHHH!!" she moaned aloud, and fearing she might be overheard, she rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow beneath her head. Still holding the buzzing vibrator full into her snatch with one hand and the pillow against her crotch with the other, she drew her legs as tight together as they would go, simultaneously squeezing the pillow between her fleshy thighs and hunching it the way she used to hunch her husband when he managed to get her hot enough to coax her on top of him.
"UUNNN, UUNNN, UUNNN!"
Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but she was clenching her buttocks and working the muscles in her back and belly so hard and fast that the bucking motion of her overweight body made the bedsprings squeak with a rhythm that had gone unheard by the walls of this bedroom for more than three years.
"MMMMMM... OH, GOD... IT FEELS... SOO GOOOODDD!!!" Eunice told the pillow.
And indeed it did. The tender walls of her ravenous vagina were receiving the full benefit of the whirling, off-center weight inside the tapering plastic tube. The best sensations, however, were being effected deeper inside her belly. The conical end of the instrument penetrated her sufficiently to touch her womb itself. As she humped the pillow between her thighs, the tip of the phallic-shaped object flipped continually back and forth over the supersensitive neck of her uterus, blasting that most feminine of all her female organs with jackhammer-like spurts of vibratory action.
"AAAAH... OOOOOH!" she moaned into the pillow, the fat on her rump jiggling as she fucked hell out of the other pillow, the juices dribbling down out of her pleasured pussy soaking into the pillow case, turning it wet and sticky.
Thousands of vibrations per minute were ricocheting around in her steaming loins, passing through her womb and into her abdominal cavity as well, making her visceral organs tingle along with the satiny walls of her fluttering pussy. Her throbbing clitoris stood out like a miniature, angry-red cock in the uppermost part of her dilated sex slot. By this time she was pressing the pillow to her groin with both hands, and was frenziedly scrubbing her blood-enlarged cuntlips and the raw-nerved head of her man in boat against the comparative coarseness of the secretion-drenched pillow case, with the vibrator full into her hidden tunnel all the while, buzzing happily away as it did the woman-pleasing job its manufacturer had intended.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!"
It was getting too good. Eunice could feel her loins tightening with the bittersweet sensations of her impending climax. The damned-up tensions of her long abstinence were breaking free, sweeping over her in a floodlike flush of delicious warmth. "MMM... MMMMMM!!!" she moaned, bearing down on the pillow between her legs, shuddering and twitching but otherwise stopping all motion. Then it hit her, the full impact of her orgasm, and after three years of building, it was brutally intense.
"AAAAA-GGGGAAAAHHHH!!!" she groaned gutturally, burying her lust-contorted face even deeper into the pillow to prevent being overheard.
Buzz-zzz-zzz.
The vibrator was still going inside her, tickling the hypersensitive mouth of her convulsing womb, vibrating steadily away as the velvety walls of her sheath clamped down on it with the heartbeatlike rhythm of her muscular contractions.
"CUMMING... GOD... OHHHH... CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!" she wailed.
The entire floor of her pelvic region joined in the spastic dance of her toe-curling climax. Because she'd gone without it so long, and had gotten worked up to a feverish pitch of desire heretofore unknown to her, Eunice was having a cum like she'd never had before. At long last her pleasure-starved body was getting the blessed relief it so desperately needed.
"NNNNAAAAHHHH... OOOOHHHH!!!"
The shock waves of her orgasmic ecstasy were threatening to rip her apart at the seams. Being used to satisfying but rather mild climaxes with her deceased husband, the forty-six-year-old widow, although she was quaking helplessly with the fantastic results, just couldn't believe that cumming could be so Goddamned wonderful as this! Her heart felt like it might explode at any second and she didn't give a tinker's dam if she did die, did die!
"OOOOHHHH... OOOOUUUU... GAWD, GAWD... HAAALLLAAAHHHH!!!" she screeched, and then went limp, sobbing brokenly as a series of spine-tingling tremors wracked her sweat-beaded torso, her asshole winking and her pleasure-soaked pussy grabbing spasmodically at the buzzing vibrator embedded in her rapturously heaving belly.
Afterward, Eunice felt as if she'd been wrung out completely. She couldn't remember ever being so totally relaxed in her whole life. With the stilled vibrator her husband had given her resting beneath her pillow -- where it was going to stay from now on, handy whenever she wanted to use it again -- she lay there smiling contentedly up at the darkened ceiling.
The faint noises of her married daughter receiving an adulterous screwing in the living room drifted back to Eunice's ears. She knew she should be alarmed, but somehow she couldn't seem to care at the moment. As long they didn't wake her innocent young grandson in the next room, Eunice's attitude was: Let them fuck! It's really none of my business, is it?
She honestly hoped they enjoyed themselves and, although she would've liked to hear the finish, she fell asleep before it came.
Chapter Three
Although spring was officially several weeks away, it was a warm, beautiful morning in California's Imperial Valley and Eunice felt good despite the events of the previous night. The release of her pent-up tensions had left her with a sense of physical well-being. She got up early, as was her custom, and found herself humming as she took her morning shower.
Since Becky had started working at the night club, she generally slept until midafternoon. So Eunice made breakfast for Reed and herself, then sent the boy off to school with a hug and a pat on his plump little bottom. She stood on the porch in blouse and skirt and sandals, watching Reed until he disappeared around the corner of the block before she went back in the house to have a second cup of coffee.
For some reason which she didn't fully understand, Eunice didn't feel like censuring her wayward daughter this morning, though she supposed she really ought to. It wasn't an easy decision to make. Black was black and white was white, but although Becky had certainly committed a sin, the circumstances involved cast a gray tone upon her wrongdoing.
After all, Eunice reasoned, Becky is twenty-eight now, a grown woman in her own right. And separated. Of course she shouldn't be dating other men, much less having sex with one. She isn't divorced yet, and even if she were, that wouldn't make it right. But if I call her on it, she's going to know that I eavesdropped on them last night. How could I explain that? Not satisfactorily, I'm sure. It would be embarrassing for both of us, and almost certain to cause hard feelings between us. Still, I don't want her carrying on with that young man in the house, exposing Reed to that sort of vulgarity if he should happen to hear them and get up out of bed to investigate. I wish Becky would behave herself, but where the opposite sex is concerned, she just never has seemed to be able to. It's a weakness in her, I suppose, although I'll never understand where she got it. Certainly not from me or her father, God rest his soul. I raised her the best I could, too. Taught her right from wrong. But the way the world is nowadays...
And so Eunice's thinking went as she sipped second then a third cup of coffee at the breakfast nook in the kitchen. The mother in her didn't approve of what her offspring had done and insisted that she do her duty; while the woman her, after learning the hard way that female sexual needs can be every bit as demanding as those of the less moral male of the species, was trying to be understanding and compassionate about the distasteful matter.
In truth, Eunice was only kidding herself again. Deep down, beneath the level of her conscious thinking, she was secretly pleased with he daughter's sexual misbehavior. Of course she would never have admitted this even to herself, but her voyeurism in the hallway last night had provided her with a terrific vicarious thrill. Her mood this morning was reminiscent of the way she'd given in to her fiance a few days prior to their wedding day.
She'd awakened feeling deliciously naughty. It might be nasty but it was awful nice! she'd thought then, yawning and stretching luxuriously before she'd gotten out of bed, and all the rest of the day she'd been tickled pink with herself for being so sinful and daring as to actually fornicate with her intended before their wedding day.
That day was long forgotten by now, of course, but the emotions it'd aroused in the teenaged Eunice had remained locked away in the back of her mind and, without knowing why or remembering the day itself, Eunice, now a young grandmother of forty-six, was feeling pretty much the same way after having seen her daughter engaging in an illicit sex act.
She felt fresh and vivacious and wondered why, this morning of all mornings, she should have awakened more bright and cheerful and totally alive than she'd felt in perhaps twenty-some-odd years.
Impulsively Eunice pushed back her coffee cup, got up and went to look in on her daughter.
Becky was sound asleep on her back, her legs slightly parted and her arms outspread. She was completely nude. Evidently she'd kicked off the covers during the night, because they were bunched at the foot of the bed.
A smile played over Eunice's face as she stood beside the bed looking down at her grown child. She thought of covering her up but didn't. Even as a little girl Becky had slept in the nude, claiming that any kind of clothing, even a pair of panties, bothered her when she was trying to sleep.
But she wasn't a little girl now. Far from it. Becky was a truly beautiful young woman. The loose, natural curls of her lustrous, honey-blonde hair lay on the pillow in a sunburstlike effect framing the delicate features of her finely chiselled femininely lovely face. The sight of her full, sensuous lips made Eunice recall the scene she'd witnessed in the living room last night. In her mind's eye, she could almost see Becky's red lips clinging to the young man's phallus, skimming rhythmically up and down his shaft as she sucked him off.
Just thinking about it caused Eunice to shiver with a surge of sensual discomfort. Suddenly she was being pulled in two different directions again. One part of her demanded that she shake Becky awake and give her hell for doing such a perverted thing; the other part of her felt more like stealing a kiss from the guilty-of-cocksucking lips of her peacefully sleeping daughter. Eunice did neither. She merely hugged herself in the frustration of her indecision.
For a moment she stood there admiring the flawless skin and perfect proportions of Becky curvaceous body, then she moved down to the foot of the bed and looked up between her long gracefully tapering legs.
Becky's pussy had a pouty, perpetually hungry look about it. Its labia majora were fuller than Eunice's, and they had a coral rather than brownish hue to them. Several tendrils of surrounding pubic hair, a shade darker than Becky's honey-blonde tresses, were stuck to her groin with a mixture of dried male and female sexual secretions.
Again Eunice shivered. Although she hadn't seen her daughter having intercourse with the strapping young man, she'd heard their pleasured outcries faintly and could visualize that huge prick of his thrusting in and out of Becky's elated mound. It'd surely happened, for the dried cum on her crotch left no doubt that she'd been screwed.
Becky, you're a shameless hussy, Eunice said to herself. I know full well that I ought to take a belt to you. So why, damn it to hell, do I feel like hugging you instead of punishing you for the despicably immoral way you carried on last night?!
Just then Buster started barking at the back door and, remembering that she hadn't reminded Reed to feed the seemingly forever hungry Great Dane before she'd sent him off to school, Eunice went to do it herself, although she didn't care for animals and it went against her grain when she had to feed or water this dumb horse of a dog.
Eunice had finished her housework, gone to market, had her lunch and was watching her favorite soap opera on TV when she heard Becky come out of her room and enter the bathroom. The program was over by the time Becky had taken her shower. When her daughter came into the kitchen, looking a bit bleary-eyed and sheepish, Eunice was pouring coffee for both of them.
"Thanks, Mom." Becky slid in on one side of the breakfast nook and lit a cigarette.
"Would you like me to fix you something to eat?"
"Huh-uh, this is fine for now, thanks," Becky said, and picked up her coffee. She took a sip, blew on it and took another. When she noticed her mother was still standing, looking at her with peculiar expression on her face, she glanced up and asked: "Anything wrong?"
Eunice sat down then, across from her daughter. "You tell me," she said, looking Becky directly in the eye.
"Huh-oh," Becky said. "I was afraid we were making too much noise. You heard us, didn't you?"
"I didn't mean to," Eunice lied.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"Who was the young man?"
"You wouldn't know him," Becky said, and let it at that because she was ashamed to tell her mother that she didn't know Jack's last name. "You're not going to start in on me, are you?"
Eunice said nothing.
"Because I didn't mean for anything like that happen. It just did, that's all."
"You sound like you're proud of it."
Averting her gaze, Becky shook her head. She took a deep drag from her cigarette and exhaled with a sigh. "I'm not proud of it, but I'm not apologizing either. Shit, Mom, what's the use talking about it? You'd never understand in a million years. I couldn't help it, but it won't happen again. Not in your house, at any rate. Let's leave it go at that, okay?"
"All right."
"Huh?" Becky did a double take. She couldn't believe that she was going to get off without least a stern lecture, many of which she'd endured in her teens. But she did, and, to Becky's surprise her mother didn't mention the matter again.
Chapter Four
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!"
"BUT IT'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.
Chapter Five
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.
Chapter Six
But Eunice only needed a couple of items from the store. She was back in less than a half hour. Leaving her car parked in the driveway beside the house, she entered the kitchen through the side door. Once inside the house, she thought she heard movement in Becky's room.
Sounds like she's up, Eunice thought. Might as well get it over with.
Steeling herself for the unpleasant task ahead, she set the bag containing her purchases on the counter beside the refrigerator, and deciding to confess the whole shameful truth of what she'd done, made her way through the house to tell her daughter that, under the circumstances, she thought it would be best for her to find another place to live.
Becky's door was closed. Nervous because of the scene ahead, feeling dreadfully guilty over corrupting Reed, Eunice raised her hand to knock instead of just opening the door and going in as she might've normally done.
Lord, how I dread this, she thought, and hesitated momentarily, fighting the urge to back down and do nothing.
"Damn, that feels good!" she heard Becky murmur in a throaty voice.
Eunice didn't know what to think. Becky was alone, wasn't she? But her words had a ring of excitement about them, the same breathy tone she'd used when Eunice had overheard her speaking to the young man in the living room a few nights back. There were other noises filtering through the door, too. A sort of soft, rhythmic rustling. And was that panting she detected?
What the devil is going on in there? Eunice wondered and, instead of knocking, she pressed her ear to the door.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"
She could hear Becky sighing softly. And that was panting! Becky wasn't the one panting though. She had someone else in there with her!
My word! Eunice exclaimed silently. She wouldn't dare! There wasn't time!
"Oh, baby, what a hunk of meat! Oouuu, yes yes... hump it to me!"
A door to door salesman! Eunice thought with alarm. Oh, no! Becky's morals aren't that low... are they?
But Becky wasn't alone in there, and judging from what she'd said, together with the rhythmic rustling of the mattress, Eunice had no doubt as to what was taking place.
She's having intercourse! I leave the house for a few minutes, and come back to this! What unmitigated gall! Eunice fumed. I don't know where she found a man so quick, or who it is she's got in there with her, but I'll be damned if I'll put up with this kind of thing! She's not going to get away with it! Not in MY house!
Puffing up with righteous indignation -- her own sins temporarily forgotten -- Eunice twisted the knob and flung open the door. Into the room she charged, intending to lash out at her daughter and run the man -- whoever he was -- out of her house. But the scene she witnessed stopped her in her tracks. She was stunned speechless, shocked to the very core of her being by what she saw. Becky didn't have a man in her room after all, it was Buster, that horse of a dog that Eunice had relegated to the back yard! Her only child wasn't committing adultery, as Eunice had feared, she was doing something a thousand times worse! She was locked in bestial intercourse with that huge Great Dane! Eunice let out a thin, high-pitched wail of horrified incredulity. The room seemed to be whirling around her. She felt sure she was going to faint!
"OH, MY GOD! MOM!" Becky gasped, her rosy cheeks turning crimson with embarrassment. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK SO SOON?!"
All Eunice could do was stand there with her mouth agape and her eyes bugging out in shocked disbelief. Becky was lying crossways on the bed with her rear end resting at the very edge. Her red-nailed toes and the balls of her dainty feet touched the floor. The regal animal stood on his hind feet between her widely spread legs. He had his forelegs wrapped around her supine torso. His rump was arching swiftly back and forth, driving his long, bright red erection in and out of the pink-lipped slot of Becky's clefted mound.
To her credit, Becky attempted to push the dog off her. But he weighed a good 150 pounds and they were well into the lewd act now. Buster didn't want to stop and his mistress couldn't budge him because of the weakness of her aroused condition. He kept thrusting vigorously into her, just as he had when her husband had walked in on them.
"Shit, not again!" Becky whined helplessly as she gave up trying to dislodge the horny dog. She fell limply back to the bed, taking her screwing, enjoying it in spite of the sense of shame which her mother's unannounced entry evoked in her. "All right, damn it, say it! I know you're thinking it! But, good grief, Mom, you could've knocked!"
Eunice blinked rapidly, her mouth forming words which her voice box failed to produce. "And I... s-see... now that I... SHOULD have kn-knocked!" she stammered when, after clearing her throat, she finally found her voice. "I d-don't believe it! I see it... but st-still... can't believe... that MY daughter... would do such a... such a... God forbid! Becky, how could you... with a DOG?!"
Having listened to the same kind of astonished mumblings from her husband, Becky knew that her mother, too, would soon be giving her all kinds of hell. She was in no mood to take that sort of crap right now, or, for that matter, ever again.
"Get off it!" she snapped and, looking directly into her mother's saucerlike brown eyes, she slid her arms back around the powerful shoulders of the sleek-coated Great Dane and started hunching her pleasured pussy up to him again. "Who's it hurting, huh? If you want to know something, it's damned... mmmmmm... good! Buster's better than any man I've evvv-er had! Okay, go ahead and condemn me if you've got to-oouuu... but Mom, you really ought to try it before you knock it!"
"MEEE?! DO A THING LIKE THAT?! WHY, IT'S... UNSPEAKABLY PERVERTED! I'D NEVER DREAM OF TRYING IT! HOW DARE YOU EVEN SUGGEST SUCH A FILTHY THING TO ME?! I'M YOUR MOTHER!"
"Oh, what's the use," Becky hissed. Then she closed her gold-flecked brown eyes and, ignoring her shocked mother as best she could, began stroking Buster's arching back as she rocked her flared, womanly hips in time to the deeply penetrating jabs of his steadily shuttling penis.
"I WON'T WATCH THIS... THIS SORDID DISPLAY OF ANIMAL LUST!"
"Close the door on your... aaahh... way out!" Becky said without opening her eyes.
"I WON'T HAVE IT!" Eunice screamed. "DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WON'T HAVE IT! NOT IN MY HOUSE!"
"I hear you," Becky said. "If you don't lower your voice, the... oh, sweet dick... neighbors will, too!"
Eunice hissed through gritted teeth. She stamped her feet in dismayed frustration. But she didn't want the neighbors to hear her screaming, so she lowered her voice. "Have you no shame?" she asked caustically. "No shame at all?!"
"Not much, I guess," Becky admitted. "Now will you go away and... ohhh... leave me alone. I don't expect you to understand, but I NEED THIS FUCKING! Let Buster bring me off before you kick me out! Is that too much to ask?"
"It most certainly is!" Eunice snorted. "You stop that... that... that disgusting act at once! Becky, I'm talking to you! Do you hear me? I've spoken, young lady! DAMN IT, QUIT! GET THAT BEAST OFF YOU RIGHT NOW! STOP IT, STOP ITTT!!!"
But Becky couldn't stop. Buster was in control now, and besides, it was getting too good for her even to want to break it off. Her femininely dainty toes sank halfway into the shag carpet on the bedroom floor as she bore down with her feet, employing the muscles in her long, shapely legs to help her hammer her firebox of a pussy up to the panting, rapidly hunching dog.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" the young woman chanted, the delicate features of her fine-boned face mirroring the intensity of her runaway passion. Becky sincerely regretted that her mother had to see her this way, but she was hot and bothered and just couldn't help it. She tuned Eunice out and, in seconds, forgot all about her.
When she saw that her admonitions were having no effect whatsoever, Eunice quit yelling and stood there glaring venomously with her hands clenched into tight fists. She was distraught, to say the least. Damned near apoplectic with rage, actually. But although she deplored the horrid act of bestiality being enacted before her, she wouldn't leave the room. God knew she wanted to get out of there, before it made her sick to her stomach, but she stubbornly refused to be ordered about in her own house by her sinful daughter!
In truth, Eunice was only kidding herself again. No matter how she rationalized an excuse to remain right where she was standing, her real, albeit subconscious, reason for wanting to remain in the room was a mounting sense of fascination over the sordid tableau she was witnessing. Every nerve and cell in her motherly being cried out against the depravity her eyes beheld, but in no time the horror of it melted away and Eunice found herself becoming strangely excited by the sight of the huge dog fucking into the lovely body of her breathless, incessantly sighing daughter.
"OOOHHH... SHIT, THAT'S GOOD!" Becky squealed, slamming her sopping snatch up to the cadence set by the Great Dane's swiftly bobbing butt. "GO, BUSTER, GO! GIVE IT TOOO ME, BABY! HARDER! FASTER! AAAH, AAAHHH!!!"
The regal animal kept humping it to her at the same rate of speed. His pointy ears stood up as if he were alert, although his large, soulful eyes were turning glassy now and his tongue was hanging out of his panting mouth, both of which denied the condition indicated by his ears. But the horse of a dog didn't need his subhuman brain for this. The mating instinct had taken him over. All the strength in his 150 pound body was mobilized for the single purpose of screwing until he emptied the massive load of semen in his large, aching testicles. To the dull mentality of the purebred Great Dane, the gorgeous honey blonde he was servicing might as well have been a canine bitch in heat happened upon in some back alley.
Not so to Eunice, however. This was her daughter that four-legged beast was ravishing, and she was thinking, Father in heaven, how could a beautiful girl from a good Christian home sink so low as to willfully commit such a heinous crime against nature?! Just look at her! Wallowing in sin. Actually reveling in the wickedness of their bestial union!
But wicked or not, Eunice was getting worked up against her will. The lurid sight of that long beet-red penis pistoning in and out of Becky's blonde-haired split was beginning to have its inevitable effect on the sexually deprived widow. What with Becky's tiny outcries ringing lewdly in her ears, not to mention the panting of the dog and her daughter's labored breathing, the animal's tapering organ was starting to look good to Eunice too.
Shut up, Becky! she felt like shouting. Stop that sighing and moaning! It sounds delicious! Oh, God help me, you're making me... wonder how it would feel to have his peter in me! Oh, nooo! I mustn't think that way! Temptation, get thee behind me!
At first, Eunice had thought she ought to get the broom and beat the dog off her lust-crazed daughter, and she wished she'd done it. Her fear of the large animal had prevented this action, though, and now it was too late. Suddenly Buster was thrusting faster, whining, yelping. She could see a prominent bulge slipping up the inflamed shaft of his furiously pistoning organ.
It's his semen! she wailed inwardly. He's going to squirt that nasty dog sperm into my little girl's belly! Oh, God forbid!
"I FEEL IT!" Becky trilled, her luscious rump revolving in a tight circle now, for the glassy-eyed animal was ramming it to her much too fast for her to keep up with him. "YOUR CUM! SLIPPING INTO ME! HIGHER! OHHHHH! DEEPER! AAAHHHHH! YES, YES! SHOOT IT, BUSTER! NOW, NOW NNOOWWW!!!"
The powerful dog's rear end flew back and forth perhaps a dozen more times and then, letting out a howl, he crammed the full length of his throbbing prick into her blonde twat for the final time, whimpering and whining as his body shuddered with the onset of release.
"AAAAHHHHH... GOD, GODDD!!!" Becky screeched. Her head snapped from side to side, her mouth hanging open and her eyes clenched shut. "OHH, YESSS... SQUIRT IT INTO MEEE... HOT AND DEEEEP! ME, TOO! OHHHHH! I'M CUMMING... WITH YOUUU... CUMMING, CUMMINGGG... NNNAAAGGGHHH!!!"
Becky fell back sobbing ecstatically as her perfectly proportioned, perspiration-dampened body was wracked by a series of flesh-quaking tremors.
This was too much for Eunice. Something inside her snapped. She knew she should've been disgusted but she wasn't. The Great Dane was ejaculating his animal seed into the depths of her daughter's heaving human belly and, instead of screaming in outrage, Eunice melted. It was the most wicked, erotic thing she'd ever seen. Her own cunt gave a hungry gulp. She could almost feel it herself, the surging mass of hot dog cum that Becky was receiving at that instant. An illicit thrill raced zigzag up Eunice's spine, crackling around in her spinning head like a charge of static electricity addling her brain to the point where she shivered helplessly with a rush of unwanted but overpowering vicarious pleasure.
When Buster finally backed his tapering red penis out of Becky, Eunice could only stand there whimpering and gasping for breath. As the huge dog flopped down on the floor and began licking his still-erected organ, Eunice stared in a state of enthralled shock at the sight of his whitish sperm oozing out over the puffy pink lips of her grown child's gaping gash. The widow's legs felt like rubber. Her knees were knocking together. She had her hands clenched into fists, her arms hanging limply at her sides. It felt as if her loins were actually on fire. The hairy hole between her legs was snapping with need, burning, itching fiercely.
"All right, go ahead and give me hell if you've got to," Becky said as she sat up shamefacedly. Without looking at her mother, she plucked four facial tissues from the box on the bedside table and started mopping her cummy crotch.
Eunice said nothing. She stood there shivering, her gaze torn between the equally fascinating sights of the dog lying on the floor licking his dick and her daughter cleaning herself as she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs wide apart.
After a moment of silence broken only by the animal's wetly lapping tongue and the sounds of the three of them breathing, Becky, expecting all hell to break loose any second now, glanced up cringingly at her mother. But the odd expression on Eunice's ovoid face held no trace of censorious outrage. In fact, her expression was rather blank, almost totally devoid of any emotion.
"Mom...? Are you all right?"
Eunice whimpered.
"What?" Becky asked, thinking her mother had said something. She tossed the wad of secretion-dampened tissues to the floor and got to her feet. "I didn't hear you," she said concernedly, approaching Eunice.
"I... didn't say... anything," Eunice stammered, averting her gaze from the inquisitive eyes of her child.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"N-N-Nothing!" Eunice stuttered.
"Huh-oh," Becky breathed when she noticed the glassy sheen of her mother's eyes, and the almost imperceptible twitching at the right corner of her mouth. "It got to you, didn't it?"
Again Eunice whimpered. She shook her head slightly.
"You always told me never to lie, Mom, so don't you do it now. Did it make you hot, watching Buster give it to me?"
For a moment it looked like Eunice was going to cry. Then she hung her head in shame, and muttered, "I c-couldn't... help it!"
"Uh-huh... that's what I thought. Well, now you know how I feel at times, don't you?" Becky asked. She put one hand on her mother's shoulder and cupped the other under her chin, lifting her head. "Look at me, Mom. Yeah, I read you now. Your lips are trembling. No, don't close your eyes. You might lie, but your eyes will tell me the truth. You want to take Buster on yourself, don't you. You're dying to have his cock rammed up you, aren't you?"
"Becky!" Eunice gasped. "How dare you ta-talk to me like that!"
The daughter smiled enigmatically as she reached behind her mother and unzipped her dress. "Why not? It's the truth, isn't it?"
"Nooh!" Eunice whined as she felt her dress being tugged down off her shoulders. "What do you... th-think you're doing?!"
"Undressing you, Mother dear," Becky said matter-of-factly. "You don't want to get fucked with your clothes on, do you?"
"Becky, noooh! Oh, please, leave me alone!" Eunice wailed, clutching at the younger woman's hands.
"No way," Becky said with a grin. She pushed her mother's hands away and continued removing her clothes. "You want it, no matter what you say, and I'm going to see that you get it. You're as weak and sinful as I am, Mom. In a moment you'll be just as guilty, too. Maybe we can be friends then, huh? Because you won't have anything throw up to me, will you? Tell me you don't want it. Prove it to me. Slap my face and I'll leave you alone."
Eunice lifted her right hand in a series of jerky movements. She drew it back to slap Becky. Her hand hung suspended in the air for an hour-long minute, shaking like a leaf, then it fluttered back down to her side. "I'm so ashamed!" she moaned, as Becky pulled off her brassiere, allowing her large its to sag down naked and exposed.
"Once he gets it in you, you'll get over that," Becky said. She kissed Eunice on the cheek, then hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and, stooping, drew them and her half slip over the generous flare of her middle-aged hips. She whisked the undergarments down the tapering columns of Eunice's fleshy legs until they were hunched, together with her dress, around her disproportionately trim ankles. "You can't kid me, now, Mom. Your panties are soaking wet. You're really juicy for your age, too."
"Don't ta-talk that way, Becky! It's nasty!"
"Nasty but nice, huh, Mom? Yeah, I know just how you feel. Why don't you go ahead and admit that your cunt's hungry for the feel of a good stiff dick? I can see that it is, anyway."
"God help me!" Eunice puled. "Yes, damn it, you're right! I don't know what's come over me! But I... just c-can't... fight it any more!"
"No need to fight it," Becky chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy it. I won't tell anyone. Come on now, lift your feet for me. That's the way."
It was incredible to Eunice that she, of all people, was giving in to something so blatantly perverted as this. The whole thing seemed unreal, as if one part of her was standing off at a distance, watching in horror as the other part of her lifted first one foot then the other so her misbehaving temptress of a daughter could strip her to the buff and lure her to the bed where she knew she would he enticed by Becky into partaking of her own sordid shame.
"Come on, Mom."
Becky was standing now. They were both completely nude. Eunice felt her hand being enclosed. She was being drawn toward the bed.
"No, no... oh, please... nooh!" she breathed. "I c-can't do such a... such a wicked thing as this!"
"Sure you can," Becky cooed. "You'll love it too. You're about to get the screwing of your life, Mom. Just wait till Buster gets his prong in you. It's hotter than a man's. He lasts longer, especially the second time around. He can go for more than an hour with the same hard-on if I help him along a little. Sit down. That's it, on the edge of the mattress. Now just lie back and spread your legs. I'll help him get it into you, and then he'll take it from there. Jesus, I've never seen him do it to anyone else. I'm getting hot again myself, Mom. Wow, I never dreamed you and I would be doing anything like this! Together, I mean. It's great! What fun we're going to have from now on! Come on, Buster! Up and at 'em, boy! Mom's ready for that woman-pleaser of yours now, and I want see you giving it to her good!"
Without being conscious of cooperating in her debasement, Eunice found herself lying supine, crossways on the bed in the same open-legged toes-on-the-floor position she'd found Becky in when she'd first entered the room. She felt weak and feverish, had virtually no will of her own. The fruit of her own womb -- twenty-eight and now a woman in her own right -- was leading Eunice down the primrose path to perversion and, to save her life, she couldn't resist. She was worked up to a frenzied pitch of unnatural lust. The animal-like ravings of her perverted passion were taking her over body and soul, making her a slave to the abnormal longings of her demented desire.
Oh, the shame of it! Eunice moaned inwardly, even as she lay there breathless with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the vulgar moment when that horny horse of a dog would mount her and sink his obscene phallus deep into her tormented torso.
Like most dogs, Buster wouldn't mount a new bitch -- and that's all either of the women would be to him so long as he had an erection -- without smelling her first. Becky had to yank on his collar to get him in between Eunice's fleshy thighs. Once he was close enough to catch the musky scent of the older woman's aroused twat, however, his ears perked up in interest. In typical canine fashion, he sniffed his way right up to her crotch, the dark brown triangle of which, due to its 46 years, contained a smattering of isolated, silver-gray pubic hairs.
If the animal noticed the silver strands, they in no way deterred him. The aroma seemed to please him, in fact, for he nosed right into the parted cleft of her puffy sex and sniffed it testingly before he backed up slightly and gave a half-sneeze of approval. She hadn't passed inspection yet, though. Her vagina was A-Okay, but he still had to check out her asshole before he would accept her for copulation.
"YIII!" Eunice puled, when she felt that cold, wet nose working in between the heated cheeks of her plump rump.
Except for her heaving chest, Eunice lay deathly still. She'd never cared for pets and, although she was panting with lust, she was still afraid of the mammoth dog, even though she was now willing to let him screw her. She could hear him sniffing her anus, could feel his breath, which was remarkably hot compared to the icy condition of his nose, bathing over the inner surfaces of her smooth, fearfully cringing buttocks.
"EEE-YYYIIII!!!" she squealed, when suddenly Buster snaked out his long hot tongue and licked her with his stamp of approval from her puckered rectum clear up to her clitoris, the roughened upper surface of his taste organ gliding up through the trough of her elliptical split then dragging abrasively over the nerve-rich tip of her elongated pleasure button, which stood out like a fiery finger of flesh in the inverted V at the top of her dripping cuntal orifice.
It felt so good she thought she would piss all over herself. But of course she couldn't have passed water right then if her life had depended on it. Her sexual parts were congested with blood to the point where her urinary passage was temporarily squeezed shut.
"I'll bet Dad never did that to you, did he," Becky said, beaming approval as her Great Dane took a few tentative laps into the dilated vestibule of her mother's vintage snatch.
"He t-tried but... I would never let him," Eunice gasped, her eyes growing larger and larger with disbelief as the full impact of the dog scratchy tongue sent flaming arrows of perverted pleasure shooting through her loins. "Ohh, ohh... how can something so filthy... feel so g-good?"
"It is lovely, isn't it?" Becky chuckled with lewd delight. "But don't flip out yet, Mom, the best is still to come! Up, Buster! Into the saddle, boy, it's time to ride!"
Becky grasped the dog's collar, tugging upward as she reached back and took hold of his secretion-dripping, fully-erected penis.
"WOOF, WOOF!" Buster barked, rearing up on his hind legs. His forelegs pawed the air in a horselike manner as he hopped forward on his hind paws, allowing his mistress to use his peter like a handle as she pulled him into position.
"Oh, my stars!" Eunice whined, cringing fearfully as the fawn-colored form loomed above her. She clenched shut her eyes as the glossy-coated beast descended, his weight rocking the bed when he planted his forepaws into the mattress just below her shaven armpits.
"Relax, Mom. Buster won't hurt you. He might drool on you a little bit when he gets going good, but I doubt if you'll even notice it by then."
Eunice tried to take Becky's advice. But she was too terrified to relax, and too hot to back out. Fearing that this would be the end of her, the fallen widow lay there docilely with her eyes clenched shut and the hands of her outflung arms made into fists. She was shivering with a paralyzing mixture of fright and desire, feeling for all the world as if she was about to be sacrificed to some obscene, horned God of bestial lust.
Then she felt the forefront of her daughter's hand snuggling up to the hair-fringed flanges of het blood-engorged labia majora. She whimpered piteously and bit down on her lower lip.
"Get ready, Mom!"
Eunice steeled herself for the unnatural join of their human and animal genitals. A mental image of the Great Dane's phallus flashed before her, causing her to shudder reflexively. It was long, broad at the base and tapering down to about the size of a pencil eraser at the front, that reminded her of a ring sizer she'd once seen in jewelry shop. Only it was red, not metallic-colored, inflamed and angry-looking. The very thought of that wicked thing penetrating her struck new fear in her palpitating heart, and yet she could hardly wait to feel it thrusting into the burning, itching slot between her shaking, wantonly parted legs.
The tip of it touched the tiny opening of her crimson inner labia. Eunice sucked in her breath and turned her head to the side. She held her lungs full of air, her heart hammering wildly against her rib-cage, as her daughter's hand guided the pointed head of the animal's huge erection through cringing portal of her labia minora and into the lower region of her yearning vagina beyond.
"Ooohh... ooohhh!" Eunice sighed, letting her lungs deflate slowly as the tormenting itch of her insane arousal made her squirm about in sensual discomfort.
"NOW, BOY!" Becky yelled, and suddenly her hand was gone.
Just as suddenly the huge dog hunched forward, emitting an amazingly human-sounding grunt, and skewered the awesome length of his throbbing red cock full into Eunice with one powerful arch of his back.
"NNNAAARRRHHH!!" she screamed, and then sucked in her breath raggedly as her body began quaking helplessly from the mixture of pain and pleasure which the deft impalement sent washing over her.
A pair of fuzzy nuts hit her in the ass. The dog's underbelly smacked down over her trembling abdomen. She'd never been so full of pulsating prick in all her life. The base of Buster's organ was at least as big around as the average man's, and because of its length -- seven inches or more -- the pointed head had rammed into the tender neck of her pear-shaped uterus and shoved the most feminine of all her female organs a good two inches higher into her abdominal cavity. The hairy mouth of her sex hole was forced open as it hadn't been for more than three long years, and the elastic walls of her inner sheath were stretched by the upward displacement of her womb during the lengthening of her vagina to accommodate the final inches of the tapering ramrod which had reamed her to size.
It hurt to have so much hard meat rammed up her so swiftly, but it was a good hurt. A damn good hurt! Huffing to catch her breath -- the rough penetration had literally knocked the wind out of her lungs -- Eunice thrashed about like a rabbit that'd been run through with a sharp stick while Buster settled down onto her and clasped her torso with his forelegs, getting himself into position for the long ride ahead.
"Well, Mom, what do you think of this stud hound now?" Becky cackled with glee.
"Who the hell... ooohhh... can think at a... mmmm... time like thisss?!!" Eunice hissed, gritting her teeth and batting her eyelids as the Great Dane began stroking it to her in an unhurried, almost lazy manner.
"Yeah, I thought you'd like it once he got going. You do, too, don't you?"
"YES, YES!" Eunice admitted. "I CAN'T... AAAHH... HELP BUT LIKE IT! OH, SHIT... OOOHHHH... FUCK ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAST! NNNN, GOD, THAT'S GOOD! OH OHH! JUST WHAT... AAAHH... I... NEEDEDDD!!!"
"Do my ears deceive me?" Becky asked with giggle. "Is that MY mother I hear talking dirty? Out of all the times I listened through the wall, I never heard you say anything like that while Dad was balling you! You must really be hot!"
"I M-MUST BE CRAZY!" Eunice wailed, beginning to grind her well-padded posterior in a jerky circular motion as the increasing pleasure of the dog's red pecker shuttling within her pulsing pussy made it impossible for her to lie still a second longer. "BUT, LORD, FORGIVE ME, I... JUST... DON'T... CAARREEE!!!"
"It's good to hear you testify, Sister Murphy," Becky chuckled with lewd amusement, as if they were in church, but the pained expression which her mocking remark brought to her mother's face wiped the silly grin off Becky's. "I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have said that. I'll shut up now and let you enjoy your fucking. Just relax, dear, and let it all hang out. You've got a climax coming that you wouldn't believe right now. You'll thank me when this is over, wait and see."
Becky lit a cigarette and climbed onto the head of the bed in a cross-legged sitting position. She leaned back against the headboard and made herself comfortable. From experience she knew that Buster was just getting warmed up. He'd shot his first load fairly quick because she hadn't given him a workout in about a month. But he was working on his second cum now, and that would take considerably longer. She smiled to herself. Her mother was in for a good long ride. At least ten minutes. Once Buster started humping away, there was no stopping him until he shot off.
"You're going to get some of that fat bottom fucked off of you, Mom," Becky said under her breath. "It'll do you a world of good, too. Maybe you won't be so uptight after this."
Widow Murphy didn't appear particularly uptight now. Beads of perspiration were beginning to pop out on her plump torso. She was breathing rather hard. Her toes and the balls of her feet pushed down at the carpeted floor. It was getting good to her. She was trying to work with the huge dog, as she'd seen her more experienced daughter doing, but Eunice's upward lunges were jerky and uneven whereas Becky's had been smooth and rhythmic. The fatty undersurfaces of her fleshy thighs hung down somewhat, swaying and quivering as she strained to hump her pleasured puss up to the steadily thrusting Great Dane.
"OHH, GOOD... GOOD... IT FEELS... SOO GOOODDD!!!" she panted, timidly stroking the powerful shoulders of the regal animal above her.
Now that his forelegs were locked beneath her sides, most of Buster's underside was in contact with her body and she was supporting perhaps half of his 150 pounds. The firm pressure of his gently rocking form was pleasant to her in her current condition of mind-fogging passion. She especially liked the feel of his warm, furry body rubbing against the moist surface of her creamy-textured human skin. It was so different from the feel of her deceased husband, who'd always supported his weight on his knees and elbows at her request, because too much bodily contact when they were having intercourse had made her feel as if she were being smothered.
There was no sensation of smothering for Eunice this time, although her labored breathing might've made it appear that way to a casual observer. The furry warmth of the large dog wasn't the only thing different she noticed about him either. Evidently Buster's testicles were riding high against his body for they bump, bump, bumped against her anus in a delightful tickling manner instead of slapping repeatedly into the cleft of her buttocks the way her husband's loosely hanging gonads used to do. Buster's penis was longer, too. The animal was fucking into her deeper than she'd ever been penetrated during her marital relations. It thrilled the sex-starved widow anew each time she felt the pointed head of his tool jabbing at the hypersensitive mouth of her womb. Because of its shape -- man-thick at the base with a head not much larger than the worn eraser of a wooden pencil -- the tapering shaft of the thrusting dog dick kept the elastic rim of her cuntal entrance opening and closing around its incessantly stroking shaft. It was like being penetrated for the first time all over again every time he sank that long, slippery spear balls-deep into the moist heat of her submissively fluttering belly.
And it was so hot, too. Much hotter than a man's! The rear half of his driving dong felt as if it was actually searing her little-used sex hole as it probed insistently into her, gliding effortlessly through the elliptical opening of her well-lubricated outer labia only to stretch the tightly gripping ring of her crimson inner labia again and again, the repeated dilation of these rubber-like, ultra-sensitive vaginal flanges sending a constant stream of illicit thrills rippling through her.
The sensual pleasure of being taken in bestial intercourse by her daughter's big horny dog rapidly mushroomed to the point where Eunice thought she was going to pass out from the sheer physical rapture of the obscene fucking she was getting.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" she chanted, hugging the Great Dane now, rubbing her cheek against the glossy-smoothness of his hairy neck. "I NEVER DREAMED... IT WOULD BE... TH-THIS GOOD! I'M ABOUT TO CUM! OHHH! KEEP SCREWING ME! OH, GOD, YESSS! OOUUU! PUSH ME... OOVVEEERRR!!!"
Neither increasing nor decreasing the speed of his seemingly effortless screwing motions, Buster kept humping it to her. His back arched rhythmically. His rear end shuttled gracefully back and forth at the rate of about two strokes per second, driving the inflamed pole of his turgid penis in and out of the swollen, secretion-slick gap of the woman's pulsating pussy.
Her toes turned up. She pressed down on the floor with the balls of her feet; elevating her pelvis as the bittersweetness of the preorgasmic tightenings in her loins caused her torso to bow upward and turn rigid with expectation.
Evidently Buster didn't mind the way her change in posture made his dick bend slightly downward inside her, for he continued humping blissfully, his eyes glittering glassily and his slender red tongue hanging out of his mouth.
"NOW... NNOOWWW!!!" Eunice shrilled, her droopy buttocks quivering ecstatically as she fell back limply to the bed. "I'M CUMMING! OH, GOD, GODDD... CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING... CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!!"
"THAT'S THE GIRL, MOM!" Becky rasped. It gave her a helluva charge to see her mother behaving this way. "SHIT, YES, CUM! HAVE A GOOD CUM! YOU KNOW YOU'RE BEING HOSED NOW, DON'T YOU?! OH, GODDAMN, YEAHH... LET IT ALL HANG OUT!"
"HHHAAAA-LLLAAAHHH!!!" Eunice trilled, her body shuddering out of control as the feminine features of her ovoid face contorted into a mask of disbelief at the intensity of the carnal rapture sweeping over her.
Eunice was having a spine-tingling climax this time. It was incredibly good, better than she'd ever dared hope that cumming could be!
"OOOHHHHHH... OH, JESUS GOD!" she groaned gutturally; her legs shaking and her head rocking mindlessly from side to side.
Buster was still pumping it to her, his tapering organ sawing happily away within the fluttering folds of her hair-rimmed crack, and the continued stimulation of her twitching sexual parts only heightened the already blissful pleasure of Eunice's toe-curling orgasm.
"UUUUUNNNNNN, UUUUUNNNNNNNN. AAAHHH-GGGAAAHHHH!!!" she bleated, a measles-like sex rash breaking out on her chest and upper abdomen.
The velvety walls of her vagina clutched spastically at the turgid column of bone-hard dog dick reaming rhythmically up her to bump repeatedly against the tender cervix of her spasmodically convulsing uterus.
"OOOHHHHH... AAAHHHH... OH, GOOD LLOORRDDD... NNEEE-YYYAAAHHH!!!"
She cried out shrilly when her climax reached its mind-numbing peak, then lay there shivering all over, moaning and sighing, sweating, as the state of bliss to which she'd been transported ebbed slowly away, with the Great Dane still plowing his prick into the weakly twitching furrow between her trembling legs.
"Did it feel as good as it sounded?" Becky asked when her mother's eyes finally fluttered open.
"Better!" Eunice sighed. She smiled guiltily. She didn't feel nearly as ashamed of herself as she thought she should.
"Change your mind about my stud hound?"
"Mm-hmmmmm!"
Becky chuckled. "Glad I sicked him on you?"
"I shouldn't admit it," Eunice murmured. "But you'd know I was lying if I denied it, wouldn't you?"
"After the way you flipped out? Yeah, I sure would."
"It's terribly depraved, Becky, letting a dog do it to you!" Eunice whined as a pinprick of conscience stabbed her. "But I can't honestly say that I'm sorry. It was shameful of you to take advantage of my moment of weakness the way you did. I should be furious with you, but I guess you can see that I'm not. Okay, you've proved your point. You got me to try it, and I'll have to admit it was the best, uh, screwing I've ever had. I'm not blaming you; I'm not condemning you. I think I must be crazy, talking like this. But it's over and done with now, and I've, uh, had my jollies, so to speak, so what I want to know now is: how do I turn this damned fucking machine off?"
"Oh, Mom," Becky giggled. "You're a scream and I just love you to pieces now that I know you're human like me. To answer your question, though, I'm afraid that 'fucking machine' doesn't have an off switch."
"Then please pull the beautiful beast off your poor mother."
"Why?" Becky laughed. She was delighted with the apparent change in her mother. "Don't you like his cock?"
"Yes, my wicked daughter, I like his cock very much, and I expect I'll be having more of it from time to time now that you've led me astray. At the moment, however, I'm numb from knees to navel and can scarcely feel it working inside me. I've had quite enough to satisfy me for the time being, but I can tell by the gleam in those lovely eyes of yours that you haven't, so how about trading places with me?"
"Huh?"
It was Eunice's turn to laugh now. "You said he didn't have an off switch. That means he'll just keep hammering away until he shoots off again, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but..."
"But, nothing, pull him off me! There's no sense in wasting that nice firm erection on a pussy that's too satiated to fully appreciate it, is there?"
Becky grinned lewdly. She was beginning to understand now. "Why, Mother, if I didn't know better," she teased, "I'd think you just wanted to see him fucking it to me again!"
"You see right through me, don't you, you pretty little bitch? If you must know, yes, that is what I want, to see him cramming it into your gorgeous cunt again. How about humoring the old gal who raised you?"
"I can't think of anything I'd rather do right now!" Becky squealed gleefully as she jumped up willing and eager to comply with her mother's very UNmotherly request.
Chapter Seven
Afterward, Eunice could scarcely believe what had happened. It'd been like a dream over which she'd had no control. Only it hadn't been a dream. The physical effects of the thorough screwing she'd taken from Becky's huge dog remained with her. There was a pleasant sense of satisfaction in her middle-aged loins and her body fairly glowed with a feeling of well-being.
But she felt cheap and dirty, and scrubbing herself under a steaming shower didn't help much because these notions were in her head where the cleansing water couldn't reach. She kept halfway expecting God to strike her dead for the horrible wickedness to which she'd succumbed.
He didn't. Nor did the world stop. When she looked in the mirror after her shower and douche she detected no outward difference in her reflection. She felt different, though, and in the back of her mind she knew the change in her would be a permanent thing.
It was as if there were two opposing forces operating within her. One part of her felt guilty and ashamed over the perverted sex acts she'd witnessed and committed; the other part of her was delighted with the sinful way she and her daughter had carried on with the horny Great Dane.
Perhaps Becky's right, after all, Eunice thought as she caressingly applied a scented body lotion to the healthily glowing pink skin of her freshly bathed body. It was good. There's no denying that. And as long as no one knows, like Becky said: "Who IS it hurting?" Me? Becky? Buster? Not physically, that's for sure! It might be nasty but it was awful nice, and I have to admit that I really did enjoy it so much! I feel like I'm... how do the young people put it...? Coming unglued. Oh, that daughter of mine! Damn her sweet hide anyway for leading me astray that way. If I don't watch out, that beautiful girl will be teaching me all kinds of immoral new tricks.
Oh, for goodness sakes, I didn't tell Becky about Reed! It completely slipped my mind till this minute. Oh, well, no need to now. He's only a little boy. After what Becky and I just did, I won't have any trouble keeping him in line. And he's so young. I'll have to keep my hands off him and, in time, I'm sure he'll forget all about what Nanna did to him the other night.
Had Eunice been able to stick with her resolution, everything probably would've worked out the way she figured. But the road to hell is paved with good intentions -- a favorite saying of hers which she should've recalled but didn't -- and her moral defenses were already lowered. She'd yielded to temptation four times now and the pattern of her previously prim and proper behavior was, without her realizing it, in a state of flux.
Having forbidden Reed to speak of her indiscretion, or to display his penis in her presence ever again, Eunice presumed that she was on fairly safe ground so far as her appealing young grandson was concerned. The plump eight-year-old had been awakened to the joys of sex, however, and he wanted more. To him, incest was just a word, sin a concept that he was as yet too immature to grasp. The little rascal was quite persistent in his desires, and more resourceful than his youngish grandmother suspected in getting her into another compromising situation.
"I think I need another enema, Nanna," he said. It was Wednesday night. He'd just finished his homework, which earned him the right to turn on the TV. Television didn't interest him at the moment, though. More enjoyable things were on his scheming young mind.
"All right," Eunice said, putting down the magazine she'd been reading. "I guess it has been about a week, hasn't it?"
Far as she was concerned, her weekly enema and daily vitamins were what kept her in the pink of health, so it's only natural that she would want to instill these habits in her grandson. Sex was farthest thing from her mind when she preceded the child into the bathroom and began preparing his enema while he started disrobing without having to be told.
"Lie down on the towel, dear, and hold your knees up to your chest for me," she instructed the nude lad as she hung the prepared hot water bottle on the wall.
Without a peep of protest, he did as he was told. Eunice smiled her approval without actually looking at him, and dipped the middle finger of her right hand into the jar of cold cream which she kept especially for anal lubrication. It was only after she'd assumed a squatting position below his rotund bottom that she noticed the semierect condition of his boyish penis. Just the sight of it sent an unwanted illicit thrill rippling up her spine, for the memory of its musky taste excited her against her will.
Oh, no, she thought, I'll just ignore his erection. If Reed mentions it, I'll scold him good and put an end to any future foolishness once and for all.
Reed didn't mention it, and Eunice, deciding that she was overreacting, felt silly. He was lying there innocent as a little lamb with his knees held up to his chest. He was looking at her face not his peter. She doubted that he even knew it was growing steadily.
I'm too edgy, she told herself. It's all in my mind. Reed's been behaving himself lately. It's over. I mustn't do or say anything that might cause him to start thinking about it again.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
He nodded.
"You're not scared this time, are you?"
He shook his head.
"Good. Then you won't mind spreading your cheeks for me, will you?" She didn't want to touch him any more than was absolutely necessary.
"Like this?" He reached down and pulled open his plump buttocks.
"That'll do fine. Keep your legs up, though. A little higher. Okay, now don't move."
Eunice couldn't understand why she was so nervous. It was almost as though she was afraid to touch him at all. Her hands were starting to tremble.
You're only giving him an enema! she scolded herself. What's the matter with you? There's nothing wrong in that, is there? Of course not, so quit being stupid and get a grip on yourself!
The trouble was, it was his cute little dick not herself that she felt like getting a grip on. Telling herself that it would be all over in a couple of moments, that she must control her lewd urge for decency's sake, she applied a coating of cold cream to the rectal nozzle while she mentally steeled herself for the necessary task of lubricating his anus.
It occurred to Eunice that she ought to teach Reed how to give himself an enema. He was too tempting. She didn't want to be going through this every week from now on. Next time. Then she would make him do it all himself. She would instruct him. Nothing more. Not this time, though.
She'd already started and it wouldn't do to change course at this point. He might suspect that she was afraid to touch him. The way she was feeling, she couldn't afford to let him get any ideas.
Go on! a voice inside her said. Get it over with. The longer you hesitate, the more difficult it's going to be! Hurry up! You're weakening fast! Do it now, before you lose control of yourself and wind up doing something else you'll be sorry for later!
"What are you waiting for, Nanna?"
Eunice glanced up at Reed's inquisitive face. Was she imagining it, or was he beginning to smirk a tiny bit! She cleared her throat. "I, uh, was thinking about something else," she lied. "Are you ready now?"
"I been ready," he said, and with a grin, glanced down at his fully erected penis then up to look her directly in the eye.
"Now look out, young man," she warned, her cheeks flushing as she quickly averted her gaze.
He played dumb. "What do you mean, Nanna!"
"You know very well what I mean. You've got a hard-on."
"It's not my fault. It got that way all by itself. I can't help it. Honest, I can't."
"No, I suppose you can't," she reasoned. "All right, forget it. Just lie still and let's get this over with."
Reluctantly she moved her shaking hand forward, aiming the ball of her outstretched mid finger toward the appealing pinkness of his rose rectum. His pouting orifice felt feverish. Eunice's heart skipped a beat the instant she touched it. It was all she could do to keep from emitting the whimper that rose into her throat.
A rush of vertigo swept over her. The bathroom seemed to be revolving around her. All of a sudden she felt lightheaded, almost giddy, and there was the strangest humming sound rolling round and around inside her head. She was feeling almost exactly the way she'd felt when watching Becky and Buster had become exciting rather than disgusting.
The same melting sensations were taking place inside her as, her head swimming and her vision blurred, Eunice began smearing white cold cream over the rosy smoothness of Reed's slightly protuberant anus. The ball of her finger made one complete circle around the alluring aperture of the tender little mound before it ever swiped over the buttonhole opening itself.
Reed's febrile flesh quivered at her touch. He let out his breath in what she thought was a sigh. She couldn't tell for sure, what with her heart sounding like a tom-tom inside her head. She wiped the front of her finger down over his rectum, then reversed the process and dragged the back of it up over the indented rosebud, leaving it covered with cold cream.
She was hurrying as fast as she could but knew she was dallying too long. Once again she was becoming fascinated with his anal region. The task was completed. He was lubricated sufficiently now.
Leave him alone! Get on with it! her conscience screamed.
But her hand wouldn't obey her mind. It remained stubbornly where it was, and her finger, as if it had a mind of its own, began rimming round and around the ultra-smooth edges of his oblong opening. She started rubbing the ball of her finger into the child's forbidden portal.
Stop it, stop it! You're playing with fire! warned her conscience.
No, no, I'm not doing anything wrong, she insisted, knowing full well that she was lying to herself even as she thought it. I'm lubricating him, that's all. I have to work it into him a little bit don't I? Of course I do! Otherwise I might hurt him!
Deluding herself thusly, Eunice nearly felt justified in her actions as she continued to massage his rectum, probing the ball of her finger a tiny bit deeper into it each time around.
"Oh, Nanna, that feels good," Reed sighed.
The sound of his voice snapped her out of the trancelike mood she'd inadvertently fallen into. She jerked her head away. Her expression mirrored her flustered embarrassment. Quickly she transferred the rectal syringe to her right hand and tried to stick it in him.
"No, Nanna!" he cried, letting go his buttocks and grabbing her wrist. "You forgot to dilate me like you did last time. Don't you have to do that first?"
"I don't think, uh, that will be ne-necessary that ti-time," she stammered.
"Yes, ma'am, you got to! I'm a'scared to let you stick that old hard, cold thing in me unless you dilate me with your finger first!"
"Oh, all right then!" she whined in frustration. "Maybe I should dilate you, at that: I guess it can hurt anything, can it? Turn loose of my wrist and spread your buttie for me again."
He readily obeyed.
What a cute little butthole! she moaned inwardly as he tugged apart his fatty buns and she looked down to see his exposed rectum winking up at her. Damn it, how did I get myself into this?!
Against her better judgment Eunice transferred the therapeutic apparatus back to her other hand and wedged the tip of her cold-creamed finger into the lad's well-lubricated orifice. Being careful not to scratch his tender tissue with her nail, she eased her finger into his tight elastic ring.
When the first knuckle snapped into his buttonhole anus, the child sucked in his breath and shivered involuntarily.
Eunice paused. She gulped audibly and licked her dry lips. Beads of perspiration popped out on her forehead as she attempted, without much success, to fight down the excitement that was welling up within her.
"I don't really need an enema," Reed confessed. "This is what I wanted! Oh, Nanna, your finger feels so good! Stick it all the way up into me! Dilate me good!"
"You naughty boy!" Eunice scolded. "I ought to paddle you good! And if I had a lick of sense, that's what I'd do, too!"
But she wasn't really angry with him. It was more her fault than his, for awakening his erotic nature in the first place. God only knew where Becky had got her sensuality, but she was his mother and had evidently passed it on to him via genes or bloodline or whatever.
"Oh, Nanna, don't be that way," he pleaded, those innocent, big blue eyes of his staring up imploringly at her, melting the last traces of her resistance. "You like it, too, don't you?"
"God help me, but I do," she admitted, slowly sinking the rest of her shameless finger in through the tightly quivering ring of his puckered asshole. She began waggling it around in the heated depth of his gripping rectum. "You sweet, sweet boy! Just look at that pretty peter! It's nice and fat now, isn't it? Would you like for your wicked Nanna to suck it again?"
"If you... want to!" he gasped, squirming with pleasure as she finger-fucked his erogenous butthole.
"Yes, yes, I do want to!" she whined, and wrapped her fingers around the upstanding object of her overpowering desire. "It's wrong... wrong! But I can't help it and I know you can't either!"
The enema forgotten, Eunice shifted into a kneeling position and leaned over the irresistible young boy. She moistened her lips with her tongue. Het eyes turned smoky. She stared raptly at the compelling sight of his rosy glans penis. Up and down her left hand moved, popping foreskin hood on and off the blood-filled bulb.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered. Her mouth was watering for it now.
Decency be damned! she moaned silently, giving it to him up the asshole with her finger while stroked his small, turgid pecker. I've got to have it in my mouth again! Listen to him panting! He can hardly get his breath! The sweet thing is dying for me to go down on him! But he doesn't want me to suck him off any more than I want to do it! Dear Lord, what's going to become of us?! There'll be no turning back after this!
"Kiss it, Nanna!" he begged. "My tallywhacker!"
"Yes, I'll kiss it, precious! And how I'll kiss it!" she crooned, her trembling fingers peeling back his foreskin all the way.
She lowered her head and pressed her pursed lips over the slitted end of his bone-hard erection. Smack! She planted one on it.
"Oouuu!" she whimpered.
Smack, smack, smack! She began moving her head around, raining fervent wet kisses all over the taut-skinned surface of his warm, satin-smooth dickhead.
"Oh, baby, how sweet it is!" she husked.
Her emotions running away with her, Eunice inserted her finger palm-deep into his tiny rectum and held it that way, swirling it around in his feverish anal passage while she massaged his small, quivering testicles with her thumb. Then she extended her pink tongue and started curling it worshipfully over, under and around the bared head of his peter. The musky flavor of it only whetted her appetite for more. The sin of what she was doing thrilled her enormously.
Though she'd been fighting emotions such as this all her life, the forty-six-year-old widow welcomed them with open arms now. She felt deliciously dirty. She'd been deceiving herself for years but there was no denying the truth of her emerging sensuality.
Her fingers tugged down on the base of Reed's fat shaft, keeping his prepuce drawn back to the limit as she formed her lips into a soft, receptive circle. She fitted the O of her red oral petals over the bluntly rounded end of his young penis and let her head down a couple of inches.
"MMM!" she whimpered, and wrapped her puffy lips snugly around the top of his shaft.
Emitting a nasal sigh of delectation, she sucked down longingly on a salty-tasting bulb of boyish turgidity. For a moment she held only the sleek knob in her mouth, her cheeks drawing inward from the force of her suction as she paid oral homage to the swollen crown with her insatiable tongue gliding smoothly round and around it.
"Ooohhh!" Reed moaned, shivering as the warm, wet oral cavern of his youngish grandmother enclosed the most sensitive part of his anatomy, her nibbling lips and flashing tongue sending prickles of pleasure down to the root of his stem and beyond.
A licentious mood such as Eunice had rarely experienced was sweeping over her now. The very sordidness of her vulgar act made it all the more enjoyable for her. The prick of her daughter's young son had a tangy flavor that she dearly loved. She savored it to the fullest, making tiny mewling noises in her throat as she maintained the suction and spit-washed every bit of his rosy glans, using her tongue as if it were a washcloth.
She released his shaft, pulled her hand out of the way and began lowering her head. The lascivious sensations of his blood-filled stalk grazing the inner surfaces of her encircling lips brought a surge of saliva from her tingling salivary glands. She swallowed the mouthful of pecker-flavored spit and kept easing her head down until she felt the forefront of his pulsating organ snuggling up to the soft membrane lining the back of her throat.
More! More! the carnivorous creature within her cried.
Suddenly she was starved for cock! A whimper-like sob of unconditional surrender escaped from her passion-flared nostrils. Her brain boiled like a pot of mush from the intense heat of her perverted lust.
Willfully she plunged her head down. Her forehead went Splat! against the layer of fat covering Reed's lower abdomen. The boy's throbbing dickhead swabbed down into the upper region of her straining throat. Her puffy red lips mashed flat against the perspiration-moistened skin of his hairless young groin.
"UUUMMM!" she moaned through her nose.
Reed's body went rigid and he sucked in his breath. Then he relaxed all at once, going, "AAAHHH!" as he lost control of his limbs.
His pudgy fingers lost their hold on his behind and his fatty buns sprang closed around Eunice's right hand, the middle finger of which was embedded clear to the palm in his spastically constricted anal sheath. His legs descended in a series of jerky motions, his heels skidding down Eunice's arched back before his feet flopped to the floor with his elevated knees spreading to make a V of his plump thighs.
My God, how sweettt! Eunice thought, for the helplessness of his blissful condition struck a responsive cord in her that increased her unnatural desire tenfold.
She worked her anally entrapped finger around in a circular motion, massaging the velvety softness of his inner assflesh. Impulsively she swallowed around the head of his peter that was lodged in her throat.
"OHH, OHHHH!" the eight-year-old gasped, his mouth agape and his eyes blinking rapidly.
Eunice sucked down harshly and began raising her head. Her oral petals pulled out obscenely around the saliva-wetted shaft of his erection. She came up all the way, her lips effecting a lewd slurping noise as they lost the lad's musk-flavoured knob.
"DO YOU LIKE IT?" she gasped, knowing the question was unnecessary by the look on his girlishly pretty face but wanting to hear him say so anyway.
"YEAH!" he husked, nodding. "OH, NANNA SUCK IT SO-SOME MORE!"
She licked her lips gloatingly. This was terribly wrong but she didn't give a hoot. Eunice knew now where Becky had gotten her sensual nature from -- she inherited it from her! The only difference between them was that Becky had never denied it and tried to hide from it the way she herself had. But now the flames of raw passion had burned away the thin veneer of propriety and laid bare the carnal cravings of the she-creature that she'd never suspected was a hidden part of her personality, and Eunice was for the first time seeing herself not as she thought she ought to be, but as she actually was. It was a tremendous relief, as if an oppressive burden had suddenly been lifted from her. She felt like diving headlong onto lust and reveling in all its immoral glories, and there was nothing to restrain her because her inhibitions had virtually been ripped out by the roots.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SUCK, REED?"
"MY TA-TALLYWHACKER!"
"YOU'RE NANNA'S BIG BOY NOW! IT'S YOUR COCK! SAY IT, HONEY!"
"MY C-COCK!" he whined.
"SHIT, YESSS! YOUR COCK! YOUR DARLING LITTLE COCK! COCK, COCK, COCK! I LLOOVVEE ITT!"
"SU-SUCK MY COCK, NANNA!"
"OH, PRECIOUS, YES, YES, I'LL GLADLY SUCK YOUR SWEET COCK! I WANT TO! JESUS, IT'S SO EXCITING! I'M GOING TO EAT YOUR DICK AND MAKE YOU CUM IN MY MOUTH! THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, ISN'T IT? TO FUCK YOUR HOT-ASSED NANNA IN THE FACE! WELL, I WANT IT, TOOOO!!!"
She tossed her hair out of the way and started stroking her finger in and out of his tightly gripping asshole as she lowered her head and began licking every inch of his upward-angled pecker, her tongue making wet lapping noises.
Her lips and tongue wouldn't leave him alone. Lustfully she spit-bathed his penis and testicles, and the rest of his sweaty, satin-skinned crotch, as well. His pubic area was completely devoid of hair, but his immature genitals were giving off a purely sexual odor that mingled with the earthy smell of his asscrack. The musky aroma wafted into her nose and stung her discerning nostrils in a highly agreeable manner, while the tangy flavor of his sex organs titillated her appreciative taste buds in a way that made her tingle clear down to her toes.
Eunice was getting so hot she couldn't think straight. A slave to her mushrooming lust, she was only dimly aware of the sordid things she was doing. Her overpowering emotions drove her deeper into the doubly depraved act of simultaneous incest and oral perversions. Her young grandson was ungodly delicious. She felt as if she could eat him alive!
She threw back her head and let out a mournful wail which expressed the unbearable torture of her lust-crazed condition. Her eyes had a glassy sheen. Her lips were parched and swollen. The wild thumping of her heart sounded like a jackhammer gone berserk.
"YES, YESSS... IT'S GLORIOUS!" she shrieked.
And with that she lunged her head back down, her mouth open wide, and joyously engulfed Reed's pounding peter. Her nose flattened against his sweat-dampened belly and her lower lip covered half of his tightly quivering young nuts.
"UUUMM-MMMMM!!" she moaned and, frigging his butthole with her shameless finger, she started blowing him as if her very life depended on it.
Ravenously she sucked his dick, her hair flying this way and that from the frantic bobbing motions of her head. Her tongue wasn't idle either. It darted about like a snake, lapping at the prominent vein running the length of his shaft undersurface, curling avidly over the musky morsel of his bloated glans penis.
"NANNA! OHHHHH! OH NAN-NAAAHHHHHHI!!" the boy bleated as he lay there twitching ecstatically from the wild sensations her hot, wet mouth was bestowing upon him so generously.
You're a horrible slut! A low-down, filthy cocksucker! Eunice's conscience railed with one last surge of outrage before her overpowering passion squashed it like a steamroller, leaving her free to yell back: You're Goddamned right! That's what I am... and I lloovvee it! It's wonderful... WONDERFULLL!!!
Eunice's head arced furiously up and down. Her cheeks pumped suckingly in and out. The middle finger of her right hand sawed incessantly away at the erogenous ring of the child's feverish asshole. She was beside herself with perverted desire now. The only thing in the world that mattered to her was the delectable dick in her mouth, and the fantastic pleasure it gave her to be sucking it so voraciously. Her puffy red lips clung to his stem, pulling out luridly around the spit-slick shaft as she raised her head, then folding in to press against the fronts of her teeth in joyous surrender as she plunged her head back down again, swabbing her own throat with the blood-engorged crown.
What with her gobbling his knob and frigging his anus at the same time, it was too much for the eight-year-old. The pleasure from her hungry, hot mouth, doubled and redoubled until he couldn't stand it.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!" he cried piteously, thrashing about in the near-agony of his impending orgasm.
Realizing she was about to bring him off, and wanting it more than anything, Eunice lifted her head until only the pulsating glans remained inside her mouth. She speeded up the tempo of her butt-stabbing finger, really giving it to him a mile a minute as she sucked down on his swollen dickhead with the force of some gigantic industrial vacuum cleaner. Her tongue flailed whiplike at the lad's ultra-sensitive bulb in her frantic effort hasten his climax.
Orgasm took him over. He shuddered. He groaned. The head of his aching rod expanded to the limit inside Eunice's greedily suctioning cavity and then his whole peter started jerking and throbbing rhythmically.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!"
His small balls drew up tight against his groin and began twitching. Eunice rammed her finger all the way up his butt. She could feel the elastic rim of his rectum snapping rapid-fire at the base of her anally embedded finger. It felt as if his spastically constricting asshole meant to chew it off even with her palm.
"MMMMM!" she moaned with delight, as the force of her vampiric suction vacuumed up a few precious drops of pure boyish sex juices for her sperm-starved tongue to savor.
"AAAAHHHHHH!!!"
The sounds of his climactic pleasure rang lewd in Eunice's ears. She waggled her finger around the heated depths of his quaking rump. Nothing had ever thrilled her more than this. The droplets of his ambrosial nectar seeped in through the pores of her tongue and set her appreciative taste buds to tingling. His clear, slippery substance was indescribably delicious. Gluttonously she gulped it down and drew harshly on his orgasmically thumping pecker in a lust-crazed effort to drain every bit of it she could up from the purity of his tender, preadolescent loins.
"OOOOHHHH... CUMMING... NANNA, I'M CCUUMMMIINNGGG!!!" Yes, yesss! she felt like shouting. I know you are! God, it's soo sswweeeettt!!!
Eunice relaxed her suction and merely held his pulsating peter in her mouth. If anything, she enjoyed his orgasm more than he did. She wouldn't relinquish his penis. Instead she kept it in oral captivity and enjoyed the voluptuous sensations of allowing it to deflate inside her mouth. Even when it was limp and short she wouldn't let it go. She remained in her kneeling, bent-over position, nursing on his leachy tube, laving the pleasure-numbed head with her tongue.
Slowly but surely she coaxed his youthful organ back to its original state of granitelike hardness, and only then did she lift her head.
"Did Nanna's big boy have a lovely cum?" she purred, glancing up from his saliva-glistening erection to his contented visage.
"Oh, boy, yeah!" he sighed. "You sucked it real good this time, Nanna!"
He started to get up but she put her hand on his chest and pushed him back down.
"Huh-uh, Reed, we're not through yet."
He looked at the filled rubber bottle hanging on the wall. "Okay, go ahead and give me an enema."
"Later," she said, backing her finger out of his relaxed rectum. She stood up, kicked off her shoes and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"What are you doing, Nanna?"
"Taking off my clothes, dear," she replied in a voice that was husky with desire. "You're much too young for any of this, but now that we've started, we may as well go all the way. You've got a darling dick, but my sucking it is only one way for us to enjoy it."
Chapter Eight
Eunice slipped off her blouse and hung it over the side of the bathtub. Smiling down at Reed, she reached behind her and unhooked her brassiere. She could tell he wasn't too sure about this, but he was curious and his interest perked up when she bared her large breasts to him.
"Do you like Nanna's big titties?"
He nodded, his eyes watching every jiggle as her middle-aged knockers sagged down and came to rest lower on her chest. The mounds were whiter than the rest of her upper torso, with bluish veins crisscrossing like lines on a road map beneath the translucent skin. They had large brownish cones on the ends, at the very tips of which were firm-looking, fingertiplike projections. The youngster was becoming more curious by the second.
She laid her bra on top of her blouse. "Would you like to touch them like this?" she asked, her voice crackling with excitement as she cupped and caressed her bosom in front of her daughter's little boy.
Again he nodded, as if he were entranced and couldn't find his voice.
"Stand up then."
He got up. She took his timid hands and placed them on her breasts, moving them around to get him started. When he got the idea and took over on his own, Eunice let her arms hang limply at her sides. She shivered with lewd delight as her innocent grandson played with her tits like they were a pair of new, identical toys she'd just given him.
"They're nice and warm, Nanna," he commented naively. "And so soft except right here on the ends."
"Mmmm!" she sighed, when he took her tumescent nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched down on them lightly. "Those are my nipples, sweetheart. Your mother used to nurse them when she was a baby. There's no milk in them now, of course, but if you'd to suck on them, I'll let you."
"Yeah," he breathed, and licked his lips reflexively. "I think I would like to try that!"
"Oh, you sweet thing," she cooed, and hugged him. She slid her hands up his back and cupped his blond head. Eunice stood a head and a half taller than the child, so all she had to do was draw his head forward and down a little and guide his mouth to the tender tip of her right boob. "You may suck and kiss and lick to your heart's content, dear. Just don't bite me, hear?"
He nodded almost imperceptibly, his warm breath bathing over her breast. With his soft lips pursed, he timidly kissed the rounded tip of her jutting nipple. Then he opened his mouth and took it between his lips. Gingerly he formed his lips around the forefront of her areola and applied a tiny bit of suction to her nipple itself.
"Don't be afraid, Reed. You won't hurt me. Suck it harder."
His little-boy's hands trembled as they held the white supporting mound. He sucked harder, and when he heard her sigh, harder yet.
"That's it," she encouraged. "Suck it a little harder. Oouuu! Oh, yes, yes... deeper, too! Take more of it into that hot little mouth!"
Reed was only too happy to do as she said. He drew down on the desire-hardened nubble, his suction pulling more of the crinkled brown cone behind it into his mouth. It wasn't necessary for her to tell him to lick as well as suck, for his tongue leapt forward and did that of its own volition.
"Ooooh! That's nice! It feels so good! I haven't had my tits loved like this for a long time!"
His mouth was a hot, wet suction cup, pulling at her tender titflesh. As he grew bolder, he kneaded the spongy white supporting mound while his tongue tickled and teased the rounded end of her protuberant nipple. It felt lovely. She held his head and rocked her upper torso, rubbing her big jug against his face and feeding yet more of its nerve-rich areola into his pleasure-giving oral cavity.
"Do you like this, Reed?" she sighed. "Has Nanna got good titty?"
"Mmph!" he replied, nursing contentedly away.
The stimulation of his hungry lips and tongue sent thousands of tiny pleasure prickles down the trunk nerve connecting her nipples to her clitoris. Her loins began to tingle. The crotch-band of her panties was already saturated with precoital fluids, and now her vagina was producing more slippery woman goo. She could feel it oozing out over the blood-engorged labia of her hairy crack. It soaked the secretion band of her nylon step-ins and started trickling down the inner slopes of her thighs.
"It's getting to me," she breathed. "You're making Nanna hot! Oouuu! The other one, dear! Suck my other titty now!"
Anything she said was fine with Reed. He didn't know what she had in mind after this and he didn't much care. Her big, warm breasts excited him. They smelled sweet and tasted real good. He deserted her right titty and, clasping the left one in his hands, lifted it up slightly as he opened his mouth wide and took every bit of its brownish cone into his eager mouth.
"Oh, yesss!" Eunice husked.
It felt like he was trying to suck the nipple right off her. For a moment she stood there shivering with delight. Then, an enigmatic smile playing over her face, she reached down between them with her right hand and wrapped her fingers around his thumping erection.
She gave his dick a loving squeeze and began absently rubbing her cheek against the top of his head. Eunice wondered if anything could be more erotic than this -- standing half undressed in the bathroom with her totally naked grandson, feeding him titty while she toyed with his turgid little tool. She wanted to feel it inside her, longed to possess him in every way, but she was in no hurry. They had plenty of time, and his small, sweet mouth felt divine!
Nasty but nice! Nasty but nice! Nasty but nice!
The old saying from her girlhood days kept running through her desire-clouded mind, and she had to agree that it was, oh, so true! She felt unbelievably wanton and seductive. In her licentious mood, any and everything went. She'd gone too far to stop now. Her incestuous desire was a glowing ember in her guts. She felt wonderfully depraved.
"Mmm! Ohhh! That's enough, dear," she whined. She released his penis and pushed his head away. "You've got me worked up good now. That hot little mouth of yours is making Nanna's pussy cry a river! Do you want to feel how hot and wet you've made it?"
His big blue eyes gazed up at her. His mouth was ringed with saliva, his lips puffy and shiny. All he knew about pussies was that girls had them and older boys thought they were the most wonderful things in the world. He couldn't believe that his pretty young grandmother was actually going to let him touch hers. It was just too good to be true. Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his head.
"Then do it."
"Where, Nanna?"
"What's the matter with right here?"
He blushed. "I don't mean that."
"Huh?"
"Your pu-pussy," he stuttered, embarrassed because of his ignorance. "I d-don't know where it is!"
Eunice thought she was going to cum then and there, his state of pristine innocence thrilled her so much. She grabbed him and hugged him tight against her. "My Lord, how sweet!" she gushed, and kissed peckingly all over his forehead.
"You don't think I'm dumb?"
"Of course not, angel," she assured him. "I think you're the cutest little boy ever! It's between my legs. Put your hand up under my skirt and you'll find it."
He stuck his hand between her dimpled knees and began reaching timidly up under her skirt. Eunice shivered with anticipation. He was only 8 years old. A virgin. Her own grandson! She was corrupting him, introducing him to the sinful pleasures of the flesh, and nothing could compare with the wicked thrill it gave her. A million butterflies flitted about in her stomach as she felt his small, skirt-concealed hand stealing higher and higher up the inner slope of her right leg.
A plaintive whimper escaped her tremulous lip and she squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand midway between her knees and groin. "Oh, Reed, what you're doing to me!" she sighed.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"No, no, darling, it's delicious! Go on!" she panted, and opened her legs for him.
The child worked his hand higher, stroking the inside of her thigh. Her skin had felt soft even down at her knees, but the higher he went the softer it became. Warmer, too. And moist. Then he ran into her cuntal dribbles and from there on up her leg was hot and slick. The sticky wetness excited him all the more.
"Higher!" Eunice urged, her voice quavering with lewd expectation. "You're almost there now!"
"Your skin's getting hotter, Nanna!" he exclaimed. "It feels so soft and slick! Why is it so wet? Are you peeing?"
"Oh, precious, no, I'm not peeing!" she chuckled. "What you feel is precoital fluid. All women release it when they get hot and bothered the way I am now."
"How come?" he asked, rubbing his hand back and forth over a particularly slippery spot on her thigh, the tips of his fingers nearly brushing her crotch.
"It's nature's way, dear."
"But what's it for?" he wanted to know.
"It's nature's sexual lubricant," she explained. "It makes a woman nice and slick for intercourse."
"What's intercourse, Nanna?"
"It's the proper term for, uh, fucking," she breathed, and experienced an illicit thrill just saying the naughty word to her grandson. "You know what that means, don't you?"
His blue eyes glittered with curiosity as he shook his head. "I've heard that word, but I'm not sure what it means."
"Then I guess I'll tell you." She smiled mischievously and tousled his blond, naturally curly locks. "Fucking is when a man puts his penis in a woman's pussy... and works it in and out until he cums inside her the way I made you cum with my mouth."
"Oh," he said, a bit awed by the information his grandmother had just given him. "Did Daddy do that to Mother?"
"You wouldn't be here if he didn't. It's the way babies are started."
"Gosh!" the eight-year-old exclaimed. "Daddy's thing is so big! It must've hurt Mother when he did that."
Eunice couldn't help laughing. "I expect she enjoyed it. Now hush. I'm not in the mood to answer any more of your questions right now. I thought you wanted to feel my pussy?"
"Yeah!"
"Then do it!" she urged, and spread her feet wider apart. She took hold of his wrist through her skirt and pulled his hand into contact with her crotch. "There it is! Feel how wet it is! Touch it! Feel me up good!"
"Wow! It sure is wet! And hot, too!" he said, his excitement growing by leaps and bounds as she held his hand and rubbed herself against it.
Reed had never felt anything so slick as the narrow strip of secretion-soaked nylon, nor anything so soft as the feverish womanflesh beneath it. His heart skipped a beat and then began pounding wildly inside his chest. Suddenly he had to fight to get his breath. The older boys were right; pussy was really great! The most exciting thing in the world! He knew now why they'd been talking about it, and he wished they hadn't stopped when he came up to them, and then made him go away. He wasn't too young, as they'd said. Wasn't his Nanna letting him feel hers? Man, yeah! She didn't think he was too young. To heck with those boys! To heck with his father, too! Reed had missed his dad at first, but now he was glad his mother had brought him to live with Nanna. She was all right, his Nanna, not old and wrinkled like other kids' grandmothers, but soft and warm and sweet-smelling and she was teaching him all kinds of things!
The lad's estimation of his youngish grandmother increased immeasurably as she released his hand and stood there with her legs apart, beaming approval down at him as he explored beneath her skirt.
"That's the way!" she crooned, her smoky eyes narrowing down to mere slits. "Stroke it! Run your hand over me! Pet Nanna's pussy! Oh, shit, I shouldn't let you touch me there, but don't stop! Oooh! No, darling, don't you dare stop!"
"I c-can't hardly breathe!" he gasped, the powerful new emotions within him causing him to shake uncontrollably as he ran his palm and fingers up and down the slippery curvature of her mature crotch.
"Me, too! I'm as excited as you are, Reed!" she confessed. "Slip your hand inside my panties, so you can... aaaahhh... feel me b-better!"
Awkwardly the eight-year-old worked his fingers in under the elastic legband of her nylon briefs. The dense bush he encountered intimidated him momentarily. It felt coarse and scratchy to his fingertips as they brushed into the triangular mat of crisp pubic curls.
"It's all hairy!" he yelped, truly surprised because this same part of her had seemed so soft and springy through her panties.
"Don't be afraid," she told him. "Go on! It won't bite you!"
He couldn't've stopped exploring her privates anyway. His curiosity was greatly aroused and he was more surprised than frightened. After a brief pause he inched his hand on inside her step-ins, his fingers combing through the curly tendrils of her luxuriant cunt-rug. It tickled his palm.
"You're too high," she told him. "Move your hand back down. That's it! Lower! Oouuu... lower!"
At her direction he kept easing his hand lower. The crisp, dry hair was above now. The closer he came to the point where her legs joined her body, the wetter and hotter she felt. The hair was limp, not nearly so coarse. Some of it was plastered to her skin in tight ringlets. His hand skidded. All at once he was cupping her clefted mound flesh to exciting flesh. He sucked in his breath in pleasured shock. His boyish fingers probed the supersmoothness of her pouting, blood-swollen labia majora. They were slick as glass, softer than silk and so hot they nearly scorched his fingers.
"OOOUUU!" she moaned, an involuntary shudder passing through her.
Instinctively the boy began trying to worm his fingers into the puffy portal of the juicy, hair-rimmed woman hole. But her underwear was in the way and Eunice couldn't hold still. She squirmed about in sensual discomfort, sighing, whimpering, gasping for breath.
"Wait, Reed! Move your hand! Let me take the rest of my clothes off... so you can get at me better!"
Reluctantly he withdrew his hand and stepped back. He took his stony peter in hand and squeezed it to ease the ache. His eyes were big as saucers, staring in rapt attention as his 46-year-old grandmother stripped in front of him.
Eunice was lightheaded with lust. She felt deliciously dirty. Her hands trembled visibly as she fumbled to get her skirt open. She dropped it and let it fall of its own weight. As her skirt settled silently around her feet, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her confining panties and whisked them, along with her half slip, down the tapering columns of her fleshy but not unattractive legs. She stepped out of her bunched garments and kicked them toward her discarded shoes.
It was the first time Reed had ever seen a naked lady. His plump grandmother was shorter and not anywhere near as curvaceous as his mother when she wore hotpants and a halter, but her bouncy titties and that patch of gray-flecked dark brown hair at the bottom of her rounded belly made her vastly more interesting to look at.
They were a couple of fatties -- not grossly so, just pleasingly plump -- this middle-aged woman and her eight-year-old grandson. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and beauty is what each saw as they looked at one another through passion-smoldering eyes.
"I wanna l-look at your pu-pussy... up close!" Reed stuttered.
Eunice hadn't planned to give him a lesson in female anatomy, but she couldn't deny his request. His curiosity was normal, a sign of intelligence, and secretly she was pleased that he wanted to examine her privates.
"All right," she said, and stepped to the john. She put down the padded lid and took a seat on the throne. Leaning back against the toilet tank, she scooted her rear end out until the lower halves of her fatty buttocks hung down over the edge of the seat, and spread her legs wide open to give him an unobstructed view of everything she had. "Sit on the floor between my feet, why don't you?"
An invitation was all he needed. He sat right down and worked himself in close. When he stopped moving, his face was a scant six inches from her exposed genitals.
"Can you see it well enough?"
He nodded without looking up at her face. Her groin was all he was interested in at the moment. The fascinating sight of her secret parts -- he knew they were secret because his mother had never let him catch even a glimpse of hers -- held the kid's attention like a powerful magnet.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Yeah!" he replied.
That hairy crack between her legs wasn't exactly what he would call pretty, but then it wasn't ugly, either. He had nothing in his past experiences to compare it with. Exciting! That's the only way he could describe it. Heck, yes, he liked it! What boy wouldn't? He couldn't rip his gaze off it.
The slick-looking brownish flanges sort of yawned open right in front of his face, giving him a peek inside where she was a bright red color and all shimmery wet. The enthralled child gulped audibly. She was so different from him and his dad and his boy friends that he didn't know what to make of her female organs.
"Well, say something," she chuckled.
He couldn't. He was going to lie and say it was pretty but his voice wouldn't work. The gaping gash before him held the youngster in a state of stunned awe. It was so hairy! Brown on the outside and red on the inside. Then he spotted her clitoris standing out boldly in the inverted V at the top of her furry split, and this puzzled him all the more. Except for its color, a fiery red, it looked like a miniature penis.
Finally he cleared his throat, and asked in a voice barely above a whisper, "What's that thing, Nanna?"
"What thing are you talking about?"
"There, up at the top," he said, pointing.
Eunice tilted her head forward and looked down at her shamelessly exposed loins. "I think you mean my clitoris. Touch it and I'll tell you definitely."
He touched it right on the rounded, nerve-rich end.
"Aaahh, yes, that's it, all right. My clitoris."
He giggled. "It looks like a teensy cock."
"That's a good comparison," she said with a grin as she leaned back and made herself comfortable. "But I'll tell you for sure, it's a lot more sensitive than either yours or your grandfather's penises."
Reed began to relax when he realized his grandmother was enjoying this as much as he was. Without asking permission, he touched her clitoris again.
She sighed and closed her eyes. A dreamy expression came over her face. "Yes, dear, go ahead and play with Nanna's pussy," she encouraged him. "Put your little fingers in it if you want to. Just don't get too rough with me, is all. Take it easy and I'll let you do anything you want."
Anything I want? he thought. Oh, boy! I want to do everything!
It hadn't occurred to him that he didn't know what this whole fascinating business was all about. That didn't matter to his immature mind. The sexually awakening lad wanted everything all once, but he didn't know anything except what she'd taught him so far. The license she'd just given him was as good as being turned loose in a toy store with a hundred dollars to spend, and he couldn't have been more excited.
He ran his fingertip round and around her woman-cock until he had her moaning and gasping for breath. Then he started flicking it back and forth and he thought she was going to jump clear off the toilet seat. She was trying to tell him something, but her words were jumbled and he couldn't make it out.
That stuff she'd called precoital fluid was bubbling down out of her now. He stuck his index finger up her and was amazed at how hot and velvety smooth she felt on the inside. After he waggled it around in her sticky wetness for a few seconds, he backed it out and stuffed it up her again, along with his middle finger, too, this time.
Boy, did she moan! If two fingers made her cry out like that, what would three do to her? Deciding to find out, he added a third.
"Ohh, ohhh!" she puled, and drew her legs wider apart to make her crotch more vulnerable to his lust-inciting explorations.
Reed was with it now. He slipped all four of his pudgy, little-boy's fingers into her slippery, hair-rimmed slit and swished them around in the warm paste that was building up inside her.
The young child was getting carried away. All he could see was her pussy. He couldn't think about anything else. It was pretty, beautiful, the most wonderful thing in the whole world!
"I like it, Nanna! Your pussy! Can I pull it open and look up into it?"
"Anything!" she panted. "You've got me so hot! Do anything you want to with it! Yes, yes, hold it open and look right up into Nanna's cunt!"
Using both hands, he inserted his fingertips into her oblong orifice and pried apart her distended labia majora. She was full of hot goo. The colorless substance came washing out over his fingers. Some of it trickled down the milk-white valley formed by the quivering inner slopes of her fleshy buttocks.
She was a bright red color as far up her as he could see, and that was quite a ways since he was gawking into the fluttering tunnel of her held-apart vagina. He moved his head in closer. The tip of his nose almost touched the inch of flesh separating her front and rear openings.
Eunice was whimpering, squirming, playing with her own tits. She was hot as a woman can be, about ready to start climbing the walls.
The maddening aroma of her aroused snatch wafted into the boy's nostrils. It made him weak at the knees. He could detect a faint trace of perfume along with a stronger smell of body sweat, but the overriding odor was the heady, musky fragrance that nothing but a steaming cunt can produce. It made his head swim. He whimpered and licked his lips.
There was nothing in the eight-year-old's experience that could've caused him to do what he did next. The pungent aroma of her swollen cuntflesh triggered some animalistic instinct that'd been handed down to him via genetic memory from the dim past when ape-men roamed the earth in packs and slept in caves. His nostrils flared. His eyes shone. The corners of his mouth twitched.
Emitting a strange sound that was half-whimper, half-snarl, he attacked her crotch with open-mouthed urgency. He stuck out his tongue and licked her box from bottom to top, dragging it through the shimmering red sweetmeats of her cuntal vestibule, over her throbbing man in the boat and out into the secretion-wetted pubic hairs that were stuck to her mons veneris.
"HUU-AAAHH!" Eunice cried out in shocked delight, as the roughened upper surface of her horny grandson's taste organ sanded abrasively over the nerve-laden head of her erected pleasure button.
The taste of twat took no getting used to. In his current state of mind-fogging passion, Reed liked it right off. He jerked his hands out of the way.
Before her hairy slot could spring closed, he glued his lips to its outer rim and sucked down avidly as he shot his young tongue as far as it would go up into her mature vagina.
"OH, GODDD!" she wailed, shuddering with bliss. She grabbed his blond head and tried to stuff him into her clear up to his shoulders. "I N-NEVER... DREAMED YOU'D WA-WANT... TO DO ANYTHING... LI-LIKE THIS TO MEE! OH, YESS... JESUS. SUCK IT, BABY! TONGUE MY CUNT! EAT IT UUPPP!!!"
The ragged sound of her voice urged him on. He could feel her fingers locking around the back of his head, pulling his face tighter and tighter against her sweltering crotch. She was nearly suffocating him but he didn't care. This was what it was all about! Pussy WAS wonderful! He knew he would never be able to get enough of it.
A wavelike gush of cunt cream flooded his mouth. Her slippery secretions had a salty tang about them, a heady taste. Oh, man, he loved her stuff! With a muffled moan he swallowed the flavorful woman goo and sucked hungrily for more of the same, his tongue plunging like a piston through the crimson ring of her sensitive inner labia and into the velvet-lined sheath beyond.
"OOOH... OOUUU... AAAHHH!"
Throaty sighs and moans poured in a steady stream from the tremulous lips of Eunice's gasping mouth. She feared she might faint from the perverted pleasure of what her daughter's young son was doing to her.
He's acting like a little animal! she thought fleetingly. My God, what have I done to him?! But I didn't teach him this! It was his idea! Mmmmm! Christ, it's good! Oh, what suction! He's turning me inside out!
"EAT ME!" she puled, staring down at the top of his head as she ran her fingers through his silky blond hair. "YOU LOVE IT, DON'T YOU? OH YOU LITTLE BUGGER... YES, YES SUCK YOUR WICKED NANNA OFF! IS THAT CUNT HOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? I C-CAN HEAR YOU SWALLOWING! ARE YOU DRINKING THE JUICE? IS IT GOOD?"
He moaned, nodding with his face in her gaping gorge, and kept right on sucking and licking.
"THEN SUCK IT OUT OF ME! DRAIN ME DDRRYY!!!"
His voraciously suctioning lips and incessantly stabbing tongue carried her to the brink of ecstasy in a matter of seconds.
"MY CLITORIS!" she panted. A measleslike rash was breaking out on her chest and up abdomen: "GET MY CLIT! I'M READY! SUCK INTO... YOUR MOUTH AND... BRING ME OOFFF!!!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Reed took the fiery finger of flesh between his secretion-coated lips and drew the elongated organ into the moist heat of his vacuum-chamber mouth.
"AAAHHH, GOD!" Eunice trilled, the layer of fat on her perspiration-sheened belly quivering with lewd delight. The harsh suction tugged at the very roots of her throbbing pleasure button, giving her a blast of illicit joy.
His lips holding the pulsating shaft of her clitoris captive, the lust-lost lad followed his instincts and began scrubbing its raw-nerved head with his scratchy little tongue.
Eunice sucked in her breath raggedly. Her red lips drew back over her white teeth. She shivered and shook. Her glassy eyes rolled up in their sockets until only their whites could be seen. The pleasure of it was unbearable, too much for her human flesh to endure. An explosion went off in her blood-congested loins, enveloping her in a cloud of pure sexual rapture.
"WWHHAAAHHH!!!" she yelled, throwing back her head.
Her twitching clitoris drew back out of the boy's mouth in a series of jerky motions and disappeared into the fluttering folds at the top of her elliptical crack.
"CUMMING... I'M CCUUMMIINNGG!!!"
The walls of her healthy vagina clamped together, forcing the pool of hot paste that'd built up in the bottom of her honeyed well down and out. Her hair-fringed labia flapped luridly against the child's cheeks as the surging mass of female sexual juices spurted from her under the pressure provided by her constricting inner muscles.
She gave him a big mouthful this time. He whimpered with delight, drank down his delicious reward and fervently sucked her wholesome gash for more of the intoxicating nectar.
"NNAAGGHHH!!!" came her guttural groan of fulfillment.
She bit down on her lower lip. Her belly heaved. Trickles of sweat from her armpits ran ticklingly down her sides.
"OOOOHHH!!!"
The entire floor of her pleasured pelvis joined the pulsating dance of her orgasmically convulsing pussy parts. Her toes crimped down and dug in the pile of the bathroom carpet.
"AAAHHHH!!!"
It was excruciating, so Goddamned good it hurt. Eunice had never had a climax like this one which her daughter's little boy had sucked into her. It felt as if her guts were dynamite, all of them exploding at once.
"OOOHHH... MMMMM... UUUNNN AA AAHHH... OHH, Ohh... OOOUUU HAAAA-LLAAAHHH!!!"
She went limp when her orgasm reached its spine-wrenching peak. She slumped down on the commode, her rag-doll arms hanging weak and useless. She gasped for breath between broken sobs of carnal bliss, her sweat-drenched torso shuddering uncontrollably.
Reed kept sucking rapaciously away at her snapping sex portal, greedily draining the final dribbles of cunt honey as it oozed down out of her weakly spasming vagina. Despite his tender age, the lad was worked up to a feverish pitch, and he knew something good when he found it. There was no stopping him now. He was in his glory sitting there on the floor between his young grandmother's legs feasting on the succulent prize of her plushy pussy.
Man, oh, man, did that horny kid ever go for her juicy cunt! The longer he ate her hair pie, the better he liked it!
"THAT'S ENOUGH, REED!" Eunice whined plaintively a moment later. She put the heels of her shaking hands on his forehead and pried his pleasure-giving mouth away from her raw-feeling gap. Quickly she scooted back on the padded lid of the hopper and closed her legs so he couldn't get at her again.
"BUT I LOVE YOUR PUSSY!"
"I know you do, dear," she crooned. "I could tell that by the way you went at it!"
"IT'S PRETTY! IT SMELLS NICE... AND TASTES SO GOOD! OH, PLEASE, NANNA, LET ME SUCK IT SOME MORE!" he begged.
"Oh, you sweet, darling, adorable little boy!" she gushed. "I'd like to let you. It was wonderful for both of us, wasn't it? But I just can't take any more right now, dear. I'm too tender down there."
The intensity of her orally-induced climax had quenched her desire completely, but she couldn't leave Reed suffering the way he was.
"Stand up," she said. "I'll suck you again. That'll cool you off."
Reluctantly he got to his feet. She spread her legs so he could step in between them. Instead he dropped to his knees and did his damnedest to reclaim her sopping slit with his mouth.
"I WANT YOUR PUSSY!" he cried. "LET ME SUCK IT!"
"No, Reed! Now stop it! You'll make me sore!"
"THEN LET ME INTERCOURSE IT!"
"What?"
"IF YOU WON'T LET ME SUCK IT, THEN LET ME INTERCOURSE IT! LIKE YOU SAID DADDY DID TO MOTHER!"
"You're really wild for my pussy, aren't you?" she chuckled.
"YEAH!"
"All right," she breathed, and slid off the john. She lay down on the floor and spread her legs. "Come on then. After what we've already done, I might as well let you fuck me, too. Lie down on top of me."
He dove atop her.
"God, you're so eager!" she squealed, and reached down between them.
She took his rock-hard pecker in her hand and peeled back the foreskin. Then she wedged his denuded glans between her secretion and spit-slick cunt lips and guided it home.
"OOOHH!" he moaned, going off the instant he penetrated her and experienced the moist heat her velvety cuntflesh engulfing him.
"YES, BABY, YESSS! I CAN FEEL YOU! YOUR LITTLE DICK IS JUST THROBBING AWAY INSIDE ME! MY LORD, HOW SSWWEEETTT!!!"
"OOOHHH! OOOHHH... AAAAHHH!!!"
"IS IT GOOD, REED?"
"GGOOODDD!!!"
"YOU'RE FUCKING YOUR NAUGHTY NANNA! CUMMING IN HER HOT CUNT! CUM, BABY! CUM GOOD! CUM, CUM, CUMMM!!!"
Though Eunice didn't go off again herself, she thoroughly enjoyed holding her sobbing, moaning grandson to her warm body while he did. It was unspeakably immoral, letting her daughter's little boy fuck into her this way, but the lascivious thrill of their incestuous cock/cunt connection filled her with a tremendous flood of obscene pleasure.
She held him into her for a long time, enjoying the secondhand taste of her own snatch as she taught him how to French kiss and worked the muscles in her loins to make her pussy nibble at his deflating peter, and it was immensely gratifying for woman and boy alike.
Afterward, she gave him his enema and, when he wanted to give her one, too, she refilled the apparatus, put on the larger nozzle and let him stick it up her asshole and irrigate her colon. Then she prepared a bubble bath and they hopped into the tub together, laughing and having a good time as they washed one another. Eunice felt like a kid again herself.
By no stretch of the imagination could what they'd done be considered good clean fun, but Eunice's conscience was still numb and at the moment she couldn't have cared less.
Chapter Nine
"You've gotta be kidding, Mom!" Becky gasped.
It was the following afternoon. Eunice's conscience had been giving her fits from the moment she'd opened her eyes that morning, and she'd just confessed to her sordid sins.
Eunice hung her head in shame, allowing that she wished to God she was kidding.
When Becky realized her mother was serious, she didn't know what to think. It stunned her speechless. She didn't know whether to laugh or to be outraged and wound up doing neither.
There was a long, strained silence between the guilt-stricken middle-aged woman and her grown daughter.
Finally Eunice mumbled: "I can't ask you. Forgive me and I won't offer any lame excuses. The truth of the matter is, I don't know what came over me any of those times. Maybe I'm losing my mind. I honestly don't know. One thing I do know; though, if you don't take Reed and move out of here, it's going to happen again. It's horrible of me but he's after me all the time and he's so darling that I simply can't resist him."
"He is a cute little fart, at that, isn't he?" Becky grinned.
"Don't make light of it," Eunice pleaded.
"Aw, hell, Mom, you're taking this too seriously. So you slipped. So what, you're human, aren't you?"
"That's no excuse," Eunice insisted.
"Horseshit. It's the only one you've got and you'd better take it before you blow a gasket. Otherwise, knowing you, I'm afraid you'll beat yourself over the head with this until you do go nuts."
"But he's your child! My grandson!" Eunice whined miserably.
"And you feel like you ought to be punished, is that it?"
"I ought to be horsewhipped!"
"All right, bring out Dad's old razor strap and I'll lay it on you if you think that'll make you feel better."
Eunice couldn't help smiling a little. "Be serious, will you?"
"Why, for crissake? The only times I ever got hurt was when I let myself get too serious about something or somebody. Life's too short to spend it moping, or feeling guilty about something that's over and done with. It isn't the end of the world just because you and Reed turned each other on."
"But it's incest, Becky!"
"Yeah, I grant you that. Hey, maybe this is a first! I wonder how many times it's happened between a little boy and his grandma?"
"Becky!"
Becky laughed. "But then you're not exactly the average grandmother. At your age, you could have a kid younger than mine. I mean, like, it's possible. But that's neither here nor there, is it? I'll bet you and Reed enjoyed your little fuckie-suckie, didn't you, Mom? Huh? Tell me the truth now."
"Damn you, Becky, if you must know, yes, we did!"
"So what are you worrying about? Who'd it hurt?"
"It hurt Reed! I corrupted that innocent boy! Not to mention my own sinful soul!"
"Show me a soul, Mom. I won't buy that sin bullshit until I see a soul. As far as corrupting Reed, what the hell difference does it really make whether he cuts his first piece of tail at eight or twelve or eighteen? It's bound to happen sooner or later, right? Chalk it up to experience and let it go at that."
What her daughter was saying made a little bit of sense to Eunice. After all, life did have to go on no matter what. "I thought you'd be furious, and here you are making excuses for me. Why?"
"Would it sound corny if I said I love you?"
Tears misted Eunice's eyes. "But it'll happen again. Reed's not going to leave me alone now. He's too young to realize how wrong and wicked it is. And he can be so persistent! I'm afraid he'll wear me down until I give in again."
"Tell you how to solve that little problem, Mom," Becky said matter-of-factly. "Slap his face the next time so he'll know you mean business. Then teach him to jackoff. That way you'll get him off your back and give him something to keep him happy at the same time."
Chapter Ten
It turned chilly and began raining the following Sunday morning. After church Eunice took Reed to a restaurant for lunch. When they got home, Becky was up. Evidently she'd just hopped out of bed, for they came upon her in the kitchen, nude, her honey-blond curls disheveled from sleep, toweling Buster dry just inside the door.
The boy's eyes nearly bugged out of his head before his mother squealed and hurriedly stood up holding the towel in front of her. It was the first time he'd ever seen her in the altogether, and the quick glimpse he'd caught of her pink-lipped pussy, while she was bending over with her butt toward hum, made his pecker spring right up.
"I didn't hear you drive up!" Becky gasped, clutching the towel above her magnificent breasts, the bottom of it dissecting her shapely thighs about six inches below where they joined her curvaceous torso. "Don't stand there gawking, Reed. Get out of here! Go change out of your suit!"
Eunice didn't know if Becky had noticed the way Reed had looked at her, but she had, and his sudden erection hadn't escaped her, either. "You shouldn't run around the house naked, Becky," she scolded after the child was out of earshot. "Especially not after what I told you. He's liable get ideas, you know."
"I didn't think, Mom. Buster woke me barking at the back door. When I heard the rain, I yelled for Reed to let him in. There was no answer so I knew you'd taken him to church with you. I didn't look at the clock. I just jumped up and grabbed a towel. You're not going to make me put him back out, are you? He won't stay in the garage, and he can be hell on screen doors when he wants in."
"Oh, all right," Eunice said. "Since you already got him dried off, I guess I don't mind too much. But he goes back out as soon as it quits raining, and I don't want to see him on any of furniture."
"Don't worry, Mom. Buster's not too bright but he's well trained. He wouldn't get on the furniture even if no one was around to keep an eye on him."
Actually, Eunice didn't mind too much. She was becoming rather fond of the affectionate Great Dane, even though she still didn't particularly care for animals in general. Having watched on more than one occasion while Reed romped in the back yard with the horse of a dog, she'd come to realize that pets were, after all, good for children. Though Reed didn't always show it, she could tell that he loved the big dumb beast.
It was a lazy afternoon. Eunice put on a pot of coffee and they all congregated in the living room to read the Sunday newspaper. Reed got the comics first, which was the only section of the newspaper that interested him. The letter with no return address that'd come for Becky in yesterday's mail delivery completely slipped Eunice's mind.
Reed lay on the floor with his chin in his hands, avidly devouring the comic strips that were spread out before him. Occasionally the eight-year-old giggled. A couple of times he laughed aloud. Buster lay beside him, yawning, glancing about, perfectly contented now that he was in the nice warm, dry house.
Eunice sat in her usual chair in a ladylike position, her knees together and both feet on the floor, the lamp beside her providing illumination for the section of newspaper she held before her. A cup of black coffee rested within easy reach on the lamp table.
Becky's posture wasn't quite as ladylike as her mother's. The young woman sat in a comfortably slouched position at one end of the couch. She had her lovely legs crossed in the typically feminine manner, the bare foot of her crossed leg twisting and turning about luxuriously as it pumped absently up and down. She'd put on her robe, was all, and hadn't as yet bothered to brush the loose natural curls of her sleep-mussed honey-blonde tresses. Absorbed in the newspaper, alternately puffing her cigarette and sipping her coffee, the gorgeous young wife and mother failed to notice that her little boy turned his attention on her instant he finished reading the comics.
His mother's dainty foot moving voluptuously round and around and up and down was what caught the boy's eye. It was a pretty foot, with red-lacquered toenails that highlighted its small size and graceful shape. Reed stared fixedly as her foot bobbed slowly up and down, twisting and turning, stretching itself in a lazy, relaxed fashion. He was too young and naive to know that his mother was subconsciously masturbating herself this way -- as countless women and girls do in public every day -- but just the erotic manner in which her foot and leg were moving was enough to fascinate the curious child. As he watched, her robe began slipping open and drooping down to reveal more and more of her creamy-textured thighs.
Oh, boy! he thought, his peter tingling as he visualized the glimpse he'd caught in the kitchen of her pouting, pink-lipped pussy.
Just the thought of it excited him. If her robe kept falling open like that, maybe he would get to see it again. He looked up. His mother's face was hidden behind the newspaper. Furtively he glanced at his grandmother and saw that she was busy reading, too. Neither of them were paying him any attention. Cautiously he started inching toward his mother on his belly.
Whatsoever ye ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive, the minister had said in his sermon that morning, and Reed sure hoped it was true because he was praying now -- for another look at his mother's mouth-watering cunt!
And his prayer was answered, or so he believed, because Becky uncrossed her legs and leaned over to mash out her cigarette in the ash tray just as he was crawling up close to her feet. Absently she picked up her coffee cup, drained it and, never having lowered the newspaper, set the empty cup back on its saucer and went on reading.
She didn't recross her legs, either. Instead she squirmed about into a more comfortable position, and when she finally settled down again, the eight-year-old was convinced that his Nanna's pastor really knew what he was talking about!
Becky's dimpled knees were about eighteen inches apart. Her feet were pulled back to where her heels were resting against the bottom of the couch, with her toes and the balls of her feet on the carpeted floor. Her robe had fallen open clear up to the sash tied about her trim waist. She didn't have any panties on. Reed could see her navel, her lightly rounded belly, and everything! Man, the way she'd scooted her hind end out to the edge of the couch, with her legs open like that, his prayer was answered!
There it was, with its puffy pink lips partly parted, not more than three feet in front of him, and was it ever pretty! His mother's wasn't nearly as hairy as his grandmother's, and what hair it did have was brownish-blonde in color and a lot more silky-looking.
It's prettier than Nanna's! he said to himself, but then he decided, no, it wasn't any prettier, just different.
He liked them both. Pussy was great stuff and he sure wished he had some. His Nanna had slapped him the last time he'd tried to get to hers, and had told him he must never try to touch her there again. Pleading had gotten him nowhere. She'd told him if he thought he just had to cum, he could in his room and play with his peter until he did. That'd been kind of fun, and it felt good, too, it just wasn't the same. He liked the smell and feel and taste of a woman. It was pussy he wanted, not his hand.
His mouth began to water as he lay on the floor gazing up at his mother's blonde snatch. He couldn't help wondering what it would taste like. His pecker was hard as a bone. He mashed it between his pubic mound and the floor, imagining that he was sticking it into that appealing pussy which his mother was inadvertently presenting him a view of.
Maybe she won't notice if I touch it real easy like! he thought excitedly.
Stealthily he started crawling in closer, inch by laborious inch, his hand itching to reach up there between her legs.
Eunice happened to finish with the women's section just then. As she lowered it to her lap, she saw what Reed was up to. Her first impulse was to yell out at them both, to give Becky hell for sitting in such a careless position and scold Reed for trying to sneak up on her. But she held her tongue and on second thought, decided to say nothing.
It's Becky's own fault for sitting that way, Eunice told herself. So let her handle it. He's her son. Besides, I don't think she believed me when I told her how he's been after me. Well, she's about to find out for herself!
Eunice had to bite her tongue to keep from warning Becky when Reed lifted his hand hesitantly toward her groin. It disappeared between Becky's legs. Eunice's view didn't include her grown daughter's private parts, but she knew that Reed's inquisitive fingers were drawing dangerously near and she held her breath, waiting for Becky's alarmed outcry.
It never came. Becky jerked reflexively, but just barely, when she felt herself being touched. Her movement was so slight it hardly rattled the newspaper she was holding. She lifted the paper slowly, one inch, two, three, until she could see the small, boyish hand poised a fraction of an inch from her clefted mound. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her full, red lips.
Becky had never thought of her son in a sexual way until the other day when her mother had confessed what they'd been up to while she was at work. But being the epitome of The Sensuous Woman, she'd thought about him in that light quite a bit since then. Though she'd tried to hide it, it'd given her a lascivious thrill when he'd seen her nude in the kitchen, especially when she'd detected the small but unmistakable bulge in his trousers. She hadn't deliberately displayed herself to him, but it amused rather than angered her to catch him sneaking a peek and copping a feel. Instead of scolding him, she pretended to go on reading the paper. She wanted to see just how far the horny little fart would try to go with her.
Perhaps I was mistaken, Eunice thought as she peered out from behind the women's section which she'd relifted to conceal her anxiously observing gaze. I must've been. If he'd touched her yet, she wouldn't be sitting there so calmly, would she?
The widow's puzzlement was genuine. It lasted only briefly, however, for Reed's hand didn't reappear and before long she noticed that his elbow was moving.
He's got to be feeling her up! Eunice thought with alarm. Surely Becky knows he's there by now! Can't she feel what he's doing to her?!
Eunice didn't want to believe the mental image that flashed before her. She could visualize clearly Reed's pudgy little fingers obscenely probing the pussy that'd given him birth, and it made her head swim to picture the indecent act which she suspected was taking place at that very moment. But she couldn't be sure it was actually happening so she kept her mouth shut and waited -- and that was her mistake.
"GOTCHA!" Becky squealed a moment later, as she flung the paper away and grabbed Reed's hand, trapping it a split second after he'd become bold enough to penetrate her with his fingers.
"What in the world?!" Eunice gasped, feigning surprise as she dropped her section of the newspaper to the floor and jumped up.
But instead of laying into the misbehaving boy as Eunice expected her to do, Becky dragged him up to his knees and, laughing, she tousled his hair. "Just what do you think you're doing, you little fart?"
The boy grinned. He could tell she wasn't angry. "Playin' with your pussy," he admitted. "And I sure do like it, too!"
"Do you now?" Becky chuckled. "Well, I guess that's the natural boy in you starting to come out. But tell me, did you really think your old lady was such a dead-ass that you could cop a feel without her even knowing it?"
He nodded his head then shook it no. "I don't know. It's so pretty, Mother, I just had to touch it!"
"Mmm-hmm. Well, you've touched it, all right, and you've made it cry, too. So what now Lancelot?"
"I wanna kiss it and lick it and suck on it! Can I, Mother? Please let me!"
"Jesus, you really are a horny little devil! Okay, but you gotta pay me."
"How much?"
"A big hug. Gimme!"
"My, stars, Becky, you can't be serious!" Eunice waited as Reed jumped up and they hugged one another.
"Don't look so shocked, Mom. This is as much of a surprise to me as it is to anybody. You were right; Reed is irresistible."
"But he's your son!" Eunice protested.
"Yeah, and ain't he a handsome rascal. Gonna be a lady-killer for sure. Aw, come on, Mom, what can it hurt to let him kiss the cunt he came out of? He screwed the one I came out of, didn't he?"
"For God's sake, Becky, don't talk that way!"
The lad dropped to his knees and began tugging at his mother's legs. "Scoot out to the edge!"
"I'm afraid we're cut from the same die, Mom. I can't resist him, either," Becky said and, giving her mother a knowing wink, she untied the sash of her robe, slipped out of the garment and slid down until her voluptuously rounded rump rested on the very edge of the couch. She spread her legs wide apart, making her entire crotch vulnerable to her young son, and lazed back with a sensual smile playing over her beautiful face. "There it is, baby. Do your stuff. Show Mother what Nanna taught you."
Reed stuck out his tongue and slithered it up through the dew-moistened lips of her pouting pink pussy.
"Ooooh!" Becky breathed.
He found her protuberant clitoris in the upside down V at the top of her clefted mound and tickled it with the tip of his tongue.
"Aaaah!" she sighed, shivering with pleasure as she stroked his head. He slipped his arms under her shapely thighs and grasped the firm/soft globes of her squirming behind. Then he glued his lips to her elliptical opening and started sucking and tonguing the blonde-haired hole which had passed him into the world.
"Oh, damn!" Becky squealed. She locked her slender, rednailed fingers around the back of his head and began rotating her rear end. "That's it, Reed! Mmm, yesss, baby, go at it! Ooouuu... what a muff-diver! With a tongue like that, you'll just drive the girls crazy when you get older!"
Eunice knew she should make them stop, but she could hardly get her breath, much less find her voice. The sordid scene of oral incest should have disgusted her, only it affected her in precisely the opposite way. She knew exactly how Becky was feeling, and her own cunt tingled empathically. An illicit vicarious thrill rippled up her spine. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions spun faster and faster in her reeling head, making her weak and dizzy.
"Eat her pretty pussy! Suck her good, you sweet thing!" Eunice heard someone saying, and she melted when she realized the words were coming from her own mouth.
Suddenly she relaxed. There was no use fighting it. She didn't even want to. Like Becky said, What can it hurt? Reed had done the same thing to her, and she'd loved it. She found herself wishing the horny boy was going down on her again right now. It sounded delicious: the wet sucking noises; Becky's throaty sighs of carnal delight.
Chapter Eleven
"Getting hot, Mom? You want some, too?" Becky asked.
Eunice nodded. "I can't help it!"
"Of course you can't. And why should you? Get with Buster! Let him smell your cunt and he'll be glad to lick it for you!"
"All right," Eunice husked. "I think I will!"
"That'a girl, Mom! Get undressed and get with it! Jesus, what a great way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon!"
Deftly Eunice reached behind her and unzipped the frock she'd worn to church. There was no use pretending she was something she wasn't.
A willfully wicked woman, that's what I am! she thought with a sense of relief. And it's much better than being nervous and frustrated all the time! To hell with sermons and shit like that! It may be sinful, but I need a screwing and I'm going to have it!
She stripped down to her flesh-toned nylon hose and white Sunday garter belt, and, big breasts bouncing, hurried to where Buster was curled up half asleep on the floor.
"Wake up, you beautiful beast! You've been eating me out of house and home, and now you're going to start earning your keep! Smell it! You want that juicy snatch? Then lick it, damn you! Yes, yes! Eat me!"
Once Buster got a whiff of her aroused groin, he lifted his head and started giving Eunice what she needed. His hot, scratchy tongue washed titillatingly over her crotch, teasing her anus and dipping into her furry split as she squatted above his wagging head, watching her daughter being sucked off by her own little boy. It was obscene but beautiful, and Eunice was glad that Becky was letting the boy blow her. It was so sinful, the shameless way they were carrying on, but the sensuality of their immoral behavior was simply scrumptious!
"Oh, it's lovely, the way he's licking me!" Eunice confessed. "But it's his cock not his tongue that I really want! How can I hurry him up, Becky?"
"Turn him over on his... ohhh... back and play with his prick, Mom! That's what I do!"
In the heat of her licentious mood, Eunice didn't hesitate a second to follow her daughter's helpful advice. She shoved away the head of the affectionate Great Dane and rolled the brute onto his back. About three inches of pointed peter was protruding from the hairy sheath in front of his fuzzy nutsac.
"It's so red!" she said, her fingers itching to get hold of his canine sexual parts.
Absently Eunice licked her lips. Instead of grabbing his dong, she brought her shaking hand up behind it and began stroking his testicles. The oblong gonads felt surprisingly warm through the soft, furry skin of his scrotum.
Buster whimpered in an almost human way. He lay there docilely; allowing her to fondle his balls. When her fingers fitted themselves about his sheath and started pumping it gently, he whined and let his head flop to the side.
In response to her masturbatory motions, another inch of fiery-red pecker poked jerkily from its hood. The inflamed organ fascinated Eunice. Kneeling beside him as she was, leaned over his body, her head hovered less than a foot above his erecting rod. She hadn't seen it at such close range before. The tapering column shone wetly with its coating of canine secretions. It felt hot to the touch, nice and slippery, as she ran the ball of her index finger up and down the exposed part of his shaft.
"I wonder what it would taste like?" she thought aloud.
"Like a cock!" Becky volunteered. "It's got a stronger flavor than a man's, though! Try it, Mom! Take a lick on that fuckstick! Buster'll hold still for you!"
The room spun crazily around Eunice. It felt as if some unseen force was drawing her head down. She couldn't think of anything more vulgar and depraved than this, but she knew she was going to do it. Her tongue swept her parched lips as the pointed prick loomed closer and closer to her face. The pungent odor of the animal's organ wafted up to her and stung her nostrils. The musky sexual aroma excited her tremendously.
"Oh, good Lord!" Eunice moaned. "I sh-shouldn't... do this!"
Eunice glanced toward the couch. Her daughter wasn't paying her any attention now. Reed was sucking his mother like a little fiend. She had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. From the way Becky was sighing and gasping, Eunice knew she was about to come off.
Quickly she returned her attention to the steadily growing dog dick. She wanted to taste it so bad! Now! she thought. While Becky's not looking!
Heaving a whimperlike sob, Eunice surrendered to her perverted desire. Out came her pink tongue. Her head darted lower and she licked the secretion-wetted undersurface of the Great Dane's beet-red penis.
The heady flavor of his sexual fluids permeated the pores of her tongue and set her taste buds to tingling, and the sordidness of her furtive act slammed into her passion-fogged brain. Something inside her snapped. No, no! Oh, what am I doing?! she wailed silently, but she couldn't stop.
Without intending to do it, she'd turned her head to the side and taken the pencil-eraser glans of the canine phallus between her lips. It was dripping colorless precum into her mouth. Even as she sucked down on it and thrust her head forward to take in more of his irresistible pecker, Eunice kept telling herself, God forbid! Nooh! I won't suck a dirty dog dick!
But she couldn't control herself. More and more of the hot, slick peter slipped luridly into the sucking circle of her puffy red oral petals, its strong taste making her whimper with unbidden delight. When the tip of the animal's turgid tool touched the soft membrane lining the back of her throat, a mournful moan escaped her desire-dilated nostrils and she gave in to her unnatural craving.
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" she chanted, and closed her glassy eyes as her head started arching salaciously back and forth.
Ruttishly she gobbled the dog dick, her hand caressing his semen-bloated balls and the side of her face brushing against the soft fur of his underbelly. She could hear her daughter crying out with orgasmic attainment, and the vocalizing of Becky's sexual pleasure only spurred Eunice on in her own screamingly indecent act of fellating the huge Great Dane.
Becky's right! Eunice groaned inwardly as she swallowed a viscous mass of the animal's copious sexual lubricant, thrilling anew as it washed warmly down her gullet. Buster's hot cock does have a strong taste about it! And I love it... lloovvee it! Oh, Jesus, cock... COCK!
Eunice was really turned on now. She could feel the dog's nuts tightening up and she sucked his meat all the more voraciously. In a moment he would be ejaculating into her mouth, giving her the first mouthful of sperm she'd ever had. She didn't know if she would swallow his load or not, but she was wild to have him spurt it to her, so she could at least know what semen tasted like. She had to know! After forty-six years, she was dying to know! She felt demented but didn't give a damn.
The telltale lump formed at the base of Buster's tapering organ and began gliding swiftly up his crimson shaft. Out of the corner of her eye, Eunice could see her daughter and grandson standing over her. They were watching her now, and having them see her this way only added to her lewd thrill. The Great Dane's orgasm was imminent.
A think, milky fluid started dribbling out of his dick. In her present condition of runaway lust, Eunice accepted it eagerly. The sharp flavor of tangy precum titillated the taste buds of her sperm-hungry tongue and made her suck all the harder for the creamy reward which would momentarily be hers.
"Good grief, Mom, are you going to take him all the way?" Becky asked incredulously, for she herself had never done that!
"MMM... UUUMMM!" Eunice moaned. She was ashamed of herself for getting so carried away, but she couldn't stop. No power on earth could've pried her rapaciously suctioning mouth off Buster orgasm-primed pecker.
"SUCK IT, NANNA!" Reed squealed with lewd delight. "MAKE BUSTER CUM!" The eight-year-old was jumping up and down in his excitement. His face bore numerous red imprints where his mother had kissed him, and his mouth shone wetly with her cuntal secretions.
"Sure, Mom!" Becky seconded. "Do it! Why the hell not! If you want to, drain his dick! I think ought to warn you, though, when he cums, it's like a Goddamned geyser going off!"
Nothing anyone said could've prevented Eunice from continuing with her self-appointed task. The sexually deprived widow was beyond the point of caring about anything save the throbbing hot prick she was going down on. The fact that it belonged to a dog only increased the terrific charge she was getting out of her unconditional surrender to the overwhelming passion of her perverted yearnings.
Slurp, slurp, slurp! came the lurid sounds as the knot of heated canine semen reached her wetly sucking lips and started popping in and out of her vacuum-chamber mouth.
Oh, God! she thought. Any second now!
The canine bulge moved into her mouth for good. Her head pumped frantically in short, staccato-like movements, her tongue flailing whiplike at the forefront of Buster's pecker. Bringing him off was the whole reality of her existence at the moment. She could feel that taut lump moving closer and closer to the end of his pulsating prong. It was so exciting she feared she would faint.
Her trembling lips were distended around the inflamed shaft, her cheeks drawn inward from the force of her ravenous suction.
Buster let out an anguished yelp as the seminal bulge swelled the end of his organ to the bursting point. Then he whined mournfully, pawing the air, and his pole gave a mighty jerk.
Out it came in one gigantic gush, flooding Eunice's greedy mouth with the spiraling stream of his superheated load. All thick and gluey white it sprayed over the satiny inner surfaces of her cheeks, her teeth, the roof of her mouth and her pink tonsils. It floated her tongue, stinging her discerning taste buds and giving her a rich blast of bitter-almond flavor.
She whimpered and blinked rapidly as it filled her oral cavern to capacity. There was so much of it! Her lips puffed up. It bloated her cheeks. Her mouth couldn't contain it all! If she didn't start swallowing, she would choke on it!
Reflexively she began gulping down the hot slimy substance, but not before it started spurting from both corners of her mouth. Her pussy pulsed hungrily as she swallowed several times in rapid succession to drink down every bit of the pungent dog cum still in her mouth. The acrid flavor of his ejaculate was highly pleasing to her palate. His animal cream tasted delicious. It thrilled her to the core to have him spewing it into her mouth, and she didn't want to waste another drop of his scrumptious fuck juices!
She didn't, either. Gluttonously she drained his pounding prong dry as a desert bone, and ingested all of his massive load except the tiny trickles that hung from the corners of her sperm-drenched mouth. Eunice almost cummed herself. When she raised up licking her semen-coated lips, the steaming slot between her legs was crying with desire, sending twin rivulets of clear woman goo down the insides of her fleshy thighs. She gazed down with stunned regret upon the deflating dong of the huge dog. Just when she needed it stuffed up her in the worst possible way, it was going down like a punctured balloon! She howled in frustration and grabbed his shriveling stalk, trying desperately to pump some new life into it.
"Let up, Mom!" Becky snapped. "Christ, you nearly collapsed his nuts! Let him rest a few minutes, will you?"
"I C-CAN'T WAIT!" Eunice groaned. "IF I DON'T GET FU-FUCKED THIS MINUTE... I'M GOING... TO EXPLODE!"
"You are in a pretty bad way, at that, aren't you?" Becky mumbled. "But Buster won't be able to help you for a while. How about Reed? His little dick is up nice and fat, and to tell you the truth, I'd like to see you two going at it! Nanna needs it, Reed! Wanna give it to her?"
"YEAH!"
Becky chuckled. "I thought you would, you horny little devil! Go over there and sit on the ottoman! Come on, Mom!"
At his mother's direction, Reed sat down on the footstool and leaned back with his head and shoulders resting on the couch. For all intent and purposes, the child was lying down, except that the ottoman supporting his butt provided elevation for a cock/cunt connection that was twice as good as if he had been merely lying down. Becky had her mother stand over him spraddle-legged. She took her son's stony stem in her hand and peeled back its foreskin hood.
"Okay, Mom, let yourself down. All you've gotta do is squat. I'll guide his peter into you!"
Her stockinged feet flat on the floor, Eunice let herself down slowly but surely toward the alluring organ her daughter held ready. Her snatch was on fire, so wet it was dripping her free-flowing secretions down onto Reed's lower belly and Becky's forearm.
"I can't get over how juicy you are, Mom!"
"I'M HOT AND BOTHERED!" Eunice whined.
"I'll say you are! Come on down! A little more! There, I'm guiding the head into you now! Can you feel it?"
"OOUUU!"
"Yeah! Okay, you've got it! Come down all the way now!" Becky instructed, and pulled her hand out of the way.
"AAAHHH!" Eunice sighed as she settled down onto her grandson's ottoman-supported loins, her hungry hot cunt swallowing his short but sturdy tool in one greedy gulp. "IT FEELS... TWICE A LONG... AS THE OTHER TIME!"
Becky grinned knowingly. "That's the reason I hooked you up this way. This position provides the deepest possible penetration. Is it good? Don't bother to answer, I can tell that by looking at the two of you! Go on, Mom! Ride him!"
Because of her reluctance to experiment during conjugal relations, this position was entirely new to Eunice. The physical results were most rewarding, however, and more than made up for the slight strain on her nylon-encased legs. It felt like she had six rather than three inches of fat dick up her. Bracing her hands on her thighs, she pushed down with her feet and lifted herself a couple of inches. Then, testingly, she let herself back down until Reed's stubby dong was full into her, with the fatty pubic mounds compressed together in manner that introduced as much pulsating prick into her vagina itself as she would've received had she been lying on her back with an averagely endowed, full-grown man screwing into her.
Chapter Twelve
"GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD!" she exclaimed, and began rotating her plump rump with Reed's pecker into her plushy gap farther than hilt-deep. She could feel the swollen head swabbing round and around in her silky vagina. Her blood-engorged labia majora completely surrounded the flared base of his rod, and her rocking motion caused the nerve-laden end of her erected clitoris to brush maddeningly against the exposed root of his turgidity. "OHH, OHH... IT'S LOVELY... LOV-LEEE!!!"
"Then get with it!" Becky urged. "Come on, Mom, hump him! Let's see you shake that hot ass a little!"
Employing the muscles in her legs, Eunice began rising and descending. Her copulative movements were slow and cautious at first. Then she found her stride and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to be sitting astride her young grandson, riding his pleasure-giving penis on this rainy Sunday afternoon.
"OH, MY, YES, I SHOULD SAY... AAAH... WE ARE!" Eunice replied pantingly, her big boobs swaying as her torso rose and fell rhythmically. "DO YOU LOVE IT? OH, PRECIOUS, I HOPE SO BECAUSE... OOOHHH... I CER-CER-CERTAINLY... DDOOO!!!"
The brownish lips of her hairy slot skimmed smoothly up and down the secretion-slick shaft of the young child's rock-hard pecker. The tactile stimulation of her blood-congested sexual parts sent fiery arrows of erotic pleasure shooting through her sweltering loins. Her smaller labia hugged the lad's organ snug as the neck of a bottle hugs a cork. Her vaginal entrance was properly plugged, trapping the abundance of female secretions inside her velvety tunnel. She was starting to squish when she sank down to take the full length of Reed's youthful column of turgidity up into her sweat-sheened belly.
"OOHH! OH, GOD!" Eunice moaned, speeded up the tempo.
It was getting too good. She was going to cum any second now. Her tits flopped about as she worked the muscles in her legs to bounce herself faster and faster.
"OHH, OHH, OHH," she panted, her mouth agape and her glassy eyes rolling around in their sockets.
"SHAKE IT, MOM! YOU'RE ABOUT TO GO OFF, AREN'T YOU? FASTER! FUCK HIM FASTER!" Becky yelped in lewd delight. "YOU'RE A HOT PIECE OF CUNT ONCE YOU GET TURNED ON! MY OWN MOTHER! AND MY LITTLE BOY! GO, BABY, GO! RIDE HIM! BUCK ON THAT HORN!"
Eunice's face contorted with rapture. Her head wagged from side to side. She pumped up and down furiously, her pussy pulling at Reed's prick as her large breasts flopped recklessly about. She could feel the onset of her orgasm and she wanted it desperately, but before she could grab the brass ring Buster barked and reared up behind her. His front paws thudded against her shoulders. She lost her balance and fell forward. Her pendulous knockers clapped about Reed's cheeks as she caught herself with her elbows burying into the couch cushions.
"SHIT!" Eunice wailed in frustration. But before she could collect herself, she felt the dog's hot tongue luridly washing through the sensitive gorge of her sweaty asscrack, and she shuddered with the salacious sensations it sent careening around in her heaving abdomen. "YES!" she squeaked. "OHHH... JESUS, YESSS! LICK IT... MY AASSS!!!"
And lick it he did, but the horny Great Dane had more on his mind than merely pleasuring Eunice in this unusual manner. He'd regained his lost erection and he wanted a piece of the middle-aged woman now. It didn't matter to his dull, subhuman brain that she was already engaging in intercourse. His forepaws pranced on the woman's back as he worked himself in between the boy's legs.
Eunice shivered with obscene expectations as the huge dog wrapped his front legs vulgarly around her torso. She didn't think it would work, but if Buster could somehow manage to get his penis in her, she was perfectly willing to accommodate both the boy and the dog at the same time.
The pointed tip of the animal's organ stabbed erratically at the inch of flesh separating her front and rear orifices. Then it jabbed into the fourchette of her inverted twat and Buster began working it into her in a series of short, hunching motions.
"OOOH! OOHHH! OOOHHHH!" Eunice whined, her lust-glazed eyes blinking rapidly as she experienced the delicious stretching sensations in her febrile cuntflesh.
Absently she licked her lips, whimpering and sighing. With every jangling nerve in her keyed-up body she could feel more and more of the Great Dane's long, tapering phallus being forced deeper into her elastic sheath. He was stuffing it into her alongside Reed's stiff peter. The knowledge that she was taking two male organs into her hungry snatch at the same time thrilled her to the very core of her passion-racked being.
"OOOOH... IT HURTS!" she wailed, when the horny animal had got the front half of his inflamed rod into her, with Reed's fat little pecker still embedded hilt-deep in her, too. "IT HURTS SOO GOOOODDD! MORE! GIVE ME MORE! I WANT IT... OOUUU... AALLLL!!!"
"Jesus, Mom!" Becky said concernedly, her eyes nearly popping out of her head when she saw what was happening. "Do you think you can take it?!"
"I DONT KN-KNOW!" Eunice whimpered. "BUT I WANT IT! OH, HELP HIM, BECKY! PUSH ON HIS BUTT! HELP HIM... GET THAT... OH, JESUS, GOD... THAT BIG HOT COCK... UP INTO MEEE... ALONG WITH REED'S! BOTH OF THEM! I WA-WANT THEM BO-BOTHHH!!!!"
Becky nodded unsurely. She stepped around behind Buster and began shoving at his hind end, helping him drive his long deeper into the dilated pussy of her panting mother.
"YES, YESSS... OOOHHH... I CAN FEEL IT... GOING INTO MEEE!!!" Eunice trilled.
She was squirming about on her elbows, her dangling tits rolling and flopping over Reed's face. He grabbed one of them and started sucking its tender, tumescent nipple, and his hot, greedy mouth added immeasurably to Eunice's already fantastic pleasure.
"OHH, YES, BABY!" she squealed. "SUCK 'EM! MY TITTIES! GOD, HOW NANNA LOVES THAT! HARDER! SUCK THAT FUCKIN' NIPPLE... MMM... RIGHT OFF MMEEE!!!"
Eunice thought sure it was going to tear her flesh when the big dog rammed in the final inches of the man-thick base of his long red dick, but she didn't care if it did.
"MMMPPHHH!" she grunted, her entire torso shuddering with illicit delight.
It was glorious to have so much hard, pulsating prick crammed up her. She felt as if she was stuffed with cock, packed full clear to the brim. The outer lips of her oblong orifice fluttered submissively around the flared base of the two turgid columns, and her more sensitive inner lips were stretched nearly tissue-paper thin to accommodate both the throbbing shafts. The pencil-eraser tip of the Great Dane's tapering penis touched her womb itself. She could feel it twitching as it brushed thrillingly against the tender neck of her pear-shaped uterus.
"JESUS!" Eunice husked, her buttocks quivering against the furry warmth of the animal's underbelly. "OHH, SWEET JESUSSS!!!"
"IS IT GOOD, MOM? HE'S GOT IT EVERY BIT INTO YOU!!"
"GOOD!" she croaked. "OH, BECKY... YOU CC-CAN'T... IMAGINE HOW... GOOD... IT IISSS!!!"
The huge dog began fucking into her while Reed, his peter still in her, fervently mouthed her nerve-rich nipples and massaged the large white mounds of her hanging breasts. Eunice gasped for air. She shivered and shook. It was almost too good for her human flesh to endure.
But it was awkward for the Great Dane. He had to bend his hind legs, and the woman was too low for him to really get going good. His prick slipped out of her responsively contracting pussy. The pointed head skidded up her perineum and lodged the tiny indentation of her puckered rectum. Without missing a stroke, he arched his back and powered his long, hot pole balls deep up her shocked asshole.
"NNNAAAFGGGHHH!!!" Eunice cried, her eyes snapping wide open as she threw back her head in anguish.
It felt like a red-hot poker had been shoved up her butt. She couldn't breathe! The pain of it seared her guts. Her facial expression mirrored her agonized dismay.
"AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!" she screamed, too weak to defend herself as the horselike dog hammered it to her, the bone-hard length of his tapering phallus reaming her too-small anus to size.
Becky appeared to be stunned into a state of temporary immobility, unable or unwilling to render aid. She stood there with her mouth hanging open and her eyes bulging out, totally enthralled, staring in fascination as her oversized pet ravished the virginal asshole of her piteously sobbing mother.
And Reed didn't even seem to realize anything was wrong. The horny eight-year-old was humping into the sopping snatch of his quaking young grandmother from below, and sucking hell out of her tender brown nipples and areolas.
But the initial pain of Eunice's anal impalement vanished swiftly. Soon, the rubbery ring of her dilated anus began to tingle. Her erogenous rectum accepted the plundering pole. In less than a minute the agony changed to ecstasy and Eunice wouldn't have traded places with any woman in the whole wide world.
"AAAHHH! OH, GAWD, GGAAWWDDD!" she shrieked joyously. "YOU BIG, BEAUTIFUL BEAST! OHH, YES, YES... GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK MY ASS! OOOHHH! HARDER! FASTER! NEVER STOP! AHH, GODDAMN... SODOMIZE ME... CORNHOLE ME... BUGGER ME! IT'S WON-DER-FULL! RAM IT TO ME! OHH, OHH... LORD YESSS... HUMP ME, HUMP ME... FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FFUUCCKK MEEEE!!!"
The rear end of the powerful Great Dane arched in a blur of motion. He was screwing into her vanquished butthole faster than any man alive could ever hope to do. His vigorous thrusts jolted her body. His hind quarters slammed rapid-fire against her rump, flattening her fatty asscheeks like mashed balloons only to have them spring back to their original moonlike shapes to beg quiveringly for more of the carnal abuse he was heaping on her.
From below she could feel Reed's smaller tool stabbing into her dribbling cunt, and his hot, wet mouth pulling at her tumid nipples incessantly.
It, was maddening. That prick pumping like a piston in her nerve-laden anus, making her erogenous rectum open and close around the heated length of its tapering shaft several times per second; the uneven upper surface of her grandson's pecker rubbing abrasively back and forth over the raw-red head of her blood-glutted clitoris; the divine sensations of having her tits massaged and her desire-hardened nipples sucked while she was being fucked both fore and aft.
The ungodly pleasure of being sexually stimulated in so many different places all at once was more than the forty-six-year-old widow could take. The intensity of her rampaging lust made her delirious with bliss. She wanted to be fucked and sucked this way forever, but her flesh couldn't hold up to the tremendous heat of the double screwing she was taking. The orgasm that had eluded her earlier returned ten times stronger and began taking her over body and soul.
"WWWHHHAAAHHH!!!" she screeched, throwing back her head as the bomb of her pent-up tensions exploded deep inside her sweltering loins.
Her womb drew up in a convulsive knot.
"HHHAAAUUUOOONNNGGG!!!" she groaned gutturally.
The slippery walls of her velvety vagina clamped down on Reed's pulsating shaft and swollen cockhead.
"AAAHHH-GGGAAAHHH!!!" she squealed shrilly.
Her anal ring squeezed around the heated shaft of the thrusting dog dick.
"HHHUUUU... HHHUUUU... NNNAAAGGGHHH!!!" she bleated helplessly, her sweat-soaked body quaking out of control.
It felt like she was being ripped apart by the violent contractions of her sexual musculature. Her private parts went wild with the spastic dance of her spine-wrenching climax.
The way her pussy was milking his dick was too much of the boy.
"NANNA!" Reed yelled, as the orgasmic joy of his own release made his cuntally sheathed pecker twitch and jerk. "I'M CUMMING, NANNA! OHHHH... CCCUUMMIIINNGGG... NANNAAAHHHH!!!"
He didn't need to tell her. Eunice could feel his peter pounding away inside her. And a second later she felt something else, too!
Emitting a howl of fulfillment, the Great Dane surrendered to the cum-coaxing contractions of her tight anus. He hunched his bright-red spear all the way into her rolling bowels and held it home, whining and drooling saliva on her back as the bulging lump of his seminal fluids raced up his shaft.
"LORD... LLOORRDD... OHHH, LLLOOORRDDDD!!!" Eunice moaned mindlessly, when the pressurized mass of sticky superhot dog cum erupted deep inside her asshole.
It felt like a sun-heated garden hose had suddenly been rammed up her rectum far as it would go and then turned on full blast. "OOOHHHHH... JESUS... AAAAHHHH!!!"
Her belly heaved. Sweat poured off her quaking torso. Her puffy red lips drew back over the white teeth of her gaping mouth. Her head snapped from side to side, her gray-flecked brown hair fanning the sex-scented air.
"HHHAAA-LLLAAHHHH!!!" she trilled, and collapsed in the throes of sheer, unadulterated carnal ecstasy, sobbing brokenly as her pleasure-drenched body shuddered uncontrollably.
It was more than an hour later when Eunice remembered to give Becky the letter that'd come for her the day before.
Becky opened it and began smiling smugly as she read it. "I knew he'd come around if I didn't beg," she said, thinking aloud. Then she looked at Reed. "It's from your father. He wants us to come back to him."
Eunice's heart sank. Just when she'd accepted all that had happened, it appeared that her beloved grandson was going to be taken away, leaving her more lonely and sexually deprived than ever.
"I don't want to," Reed said with childish honesty. "I'd rather stay here so I can fuck you and Nanna."
"But I want to," Becky told him. "I love your father. Tell you what, though. If you can keep your mouth shut about it, son, you and I will have plenty of chances to have our fun together. Now that we've started, I don't think I could stop anyway. That little mouth of yours is something else, and I'll be wanting it lots more times."
Reed reluctantly agreed. "But what about Nanna? I love her a whole lot now, too. I won't get to see her no more!"
"Of course you will," Becky soothed. "Nanna can come visit us any time she wants to."
"Let him stay here until school's out, Becky," Eunice pleaded. "It's not good for him to be jumping about during the school year."
"I suppose not," Becky agreed. "All right, Mom, if you're sure you don't mind."
"Heavens no, I don't mind," Eunice said. "I hope you'll let him spend the summers with me, too."
"Maybe," Becky said. "Well have to see about that, but I don't believe his father would mind. He does mind Buster, though."
"Oh?"
"I've gotta get rid of Buster. I suppose I'll have to take him to the pound."
"Oh, no, you don't!" Reed spoke up. "You ain't takin' my dog to no old pound."
"It would be a shame to dispose of such a fine animal," Eunice drawled. "Maybe I could keep him for Reed."
Becky grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that Mom. Buster will be good company for you."
"Yes, indeed," Eunice said with a twinkle in her eye. "And he'll not be sleeping in the garage from now on, either."
"After today, I didn't much think he would Mom. Well, I guess I'd better start packing."
"I'll miss you," Eunice said. "It was nice having you home. But don't worry about Reed and Buster. I'm sure the three of us will get along fine now that we understand one another."
