"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."