This is incest! her outraged conscience railed. And perverted incest, at that! Get hold of yourself, you filthy slut! Stop it, stop it! For God's sake, what do you think you're doing?!
Eunice knew full well what she was doing. She also knew how despicable her actions were. The trouble was, she just couldn't help it!
Her suddenly freed lust was like a wild animal clawing around inside her loins. It was an evil imp that'd taken possession of her brain and was forcing her to continue this horrid sexual assault against her will. This was a crime against all that was good and decent, yet, for some unfathomable reason, the very wickedness of it was providing the uptight Eunice with the most fantastically sordid thrill of her entire life.
She could hear Reed sighing and moaning with the physical pleasure of it as she sucked his butt and tongue-fucked his hot little asshole furiously, all the while rubbing his quivering young nuts and running her gripping hand up and down the fat column of his short, turgid dick.
Listen to him carry on! she thought lustfully. The little bugger loves it! He's so excited! But not half as much as I am! He couldn't be! Oh, God, my heart! It feels like it's going to burst! Sweet little butthole! Precious little peter! Darling little balls! Feel like… I could… simply devour him!
The taste of his tiny bunghole, while not exactly palate-pleasing, was in no way offensive to Eunice now. The enema had cleaned him out good the night before, and he'd had a bath, too. His anus had a musky rather than a shitty flavor about it, and the heady aroma wafting up from his sweaty asscrack only titillated her keen nostrils and fanned the flames of her rampaging passion all the higher.
She squeezed down on his short, fat organ, rubbed his oblong goodies and rammed her tongue all the way up his shit chute, waggling it around his silky anal sheath as if she thought she could lick his belly button from the inside.
"Oooohh!" he moaned aloud, his pudgy little fingers blanching now as he strained to hold his buttocks open for her depraved tongue and lips. "Dilate me, Nanna! It feels… aahhh… good!"
Eunice was beyond caring about right and wrong by this time. She was reeling with lust. Perhaps she would be sorry tomorrow, but not tonight. She had to have this child, no matter what. In her present mood of total licentiousness, she felt like a ravenous she-creature that'd been dredged up from some dim, distant past. His stony young prick pulsed hotly in her hand, making her mouth water for a taste of it. Without warning she backed her tongue out of his rectum and broke the suctioning seal of her lips surrounding his erogenous orifice.
"So it feels good, does it?" she panted, spinning him around to face her as he straightened up. "And how does this feel to Nanna's big boy?"
Her fingers peeled back his elastic foreskin and she planted a wet kiss on the slitted tip of his rosy glans penis.
"Oouuuu, good!" he hissed. "But Nanna, what's wrong with my tallywhacker?!"
"Oh, you sweet, innocent little boy!" she cooed. "Nothing's wrong with it, dear! You've got a hard-on, and it's beautiful!"
"Butit's bigger… and it aches! Nanna,I'm scared!"
Eunice was so excited she felt like shouting, too, but she kept her voice as calm as she could under the circumstances in order to reassure him. "Don't be alarmed, Reed," she crooned, hiking up her robe and nightgown and drawing him in between her parted legs until his shaking knees were resting against her pantied crotch as she perched precariously on the edge of her deceased husband's favorite chair. "Everything's, going to be all right. Trust Nanna. Do you want me to make it go down for you?"
"How?" he wailed fearfully.
"You'll see, and you'll like it, too. Even better than you like having me dilate you." She unbuttoned his pajama top.
"Okay," he said unsurely.
"But, Reed, you'll have to promise me that you won't tell anybody… about any of this."
"Not even Mother?"
"Especially not your mother!" she gasped. "Will you promise? I won't help you unless you do."
It was obvious the eight-year-old was too naive to understand the need for secrecy. He didn't know what Eunice had in mind and, although he wondered about what she'd already done to him, he was too immature to even begin to suspect how wrong it was. All he knew was that it'd excited him and made him feel real good. And since she was his grandmother, he trusted her judgment.
"I w-won't tell her, Nanna," he stuttered, wishing she would get on with whatever she was going to do to help him. Despite her reassurance that there was nothing wrong with him having a "hard-on", his penis had never been in quite this condition before and it upset him.
"Promise?" she demanded, gazing up at him.
Her face looked odd to him, especially her eyes. They appeared kind of shiny, and he wondered why the corner of her mouth was twitching that way. "Cross my heart and hope to die," he said conspiratorially, because he got the idea that maybe they were putting something, although he didn't know exactly what, over on his mother.
Eunice breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Now just stand still. Nanna will take care of everything."
She arched her back and lowered her head. There was no turning back now. Not that she wanted to. Oh, no. She was eager to taste his pretty peter. It was hers to do with as she pleased. And it pleased her to merely watch it for a moment at close range while her fingers pumped slowly up and down the shaft, popping the foreskin hood on and off his blood-inflated glans.
What a little beauty! she thought to herself, licking her parched lips in expectation. It's not much over three inches long, but it's nice and fat! Hard, too, and so hot! Jesus, I ought to have my head examined! What if he tells Becky? I'd never be able to live it down! Won't anyway! I'm so ashamed of myself, but, damn it, I just can't help it! Crazy, that's what I am, and I don't even care right now! Oh, how pretty! What a sweet little cock!
Shivering with the vulgar thrill of what she was doing, Eunice drew back Reed's penile hood for the final time and moved her head in closer. She pursed her desire-swollen lips and began planting fervent wet kisses all over the satin-smooth surface of the boy's enlarged dickhead, the way she'd seen her daughter do to the young man she'd brought home with her last night. Reed said nothing, but she could tell he loved it by the sudden intake of his breath.
Sweet Jesus! she thought as she extended her tongue and started curling it over Reed's feverish, taut-skinned knob. I can't say I blame Becky now! It may be nasty, but it's, oh, so nice!
Eunice's heart thumped wildly against her rib-cage. She was getting terribly excited now. It occurred to her that she could well have a stroke, the way her blood was churning through her veins, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.
To hell with it! came her internal cry of reckless abandon, and she darted her head forward.
The hard, saliva-coated head of her grandson's peter slipped jerkily in through the soft red circle of her eagerly receiving lips. A blast of carnal ebullition surged through her as she sucked down willfully on the salty-tasting head of the young child's skinned-back pecker. Eunice thought she would faint then and there, it affected her so much.
"Oooohh… Nanna!" Reed gasped, his plump body responding with an ecstatic shudder as the hot, wet mouth of his youngish grandmother engulfed the most sensitive part of his anatomy.
A mewling sound escaped the middle-aged widow's flared nostrils as she surrendered unconditionally to her fit of overpowering passion and began sucking and swirling her lecherous tongue round and around the pulsating head of the innocent eight-year-old's delicious young penis.
"Mmmm!" she murmured, savoring the musky flavor given off by his bare, prematurely aroused cockhead.