"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.