"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.