"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.