"Me, too! I'm as excited as you are, Reed!" she confessed. "Slip your hand inside my panties, so you can… aaaahhh… feel me b-better!"
Awkwardly the eight-year-old worked his fingers in under the elastic legband of her nylon briefs. The dense bush he encountered intimidated him momentarily. It felt coarse and scratchy to his fingertips as they brushed into the triangular mat of crisp pubic curls.
"It's all hairy!" he yelped, truly surprised because this same part of her had seemed so soft and springy through her panties.
"Don't be afraid," she told him. "Go on! It won't bite you!"
He couldn't've stopped exploring her privates anyway. His curiosity was greatly aroused and he was more surprised than frightened. After a brief pause he inched his hand on inside her step-ins, his fingers combing through the curly tendrils of her luxuriant cunt-rug. It tickled his palm.
"You're too high," she told him. "Move your hand back down. That's it! Lower! Oouuu… lower!"
At her direction he kept easing his hand lower. The crisp, dry hair was above now. The closer he came to the point where her legs joined her body, the wetter and hotter she felt. The hair was limp, not nearly so coarse. Some of it was plastered to her skin in tight ringlets. His hand skidded. All at once he was cupping her clefted mound flesh to exciting flesh. He sucked in his breath in pleasured shock. His boyish fingers probed the supersmoothness of her pouting, blood-swollen labia majora. They were slick as glass, softer than silk and so hot they nearly scorched his fingers.
"Ooouuu!" she moaned, an involuntary shudder passing through her.
Instinctively the boy began trying to worm his fingers into the puffy portal of the juicy, hair-rimmed woman hole. But her underwear was in the way and Eunice couldn't hold still. She squirmed about in sensual discomfort, sighing, whimpering, gasping for breath.
"Wait, Reed! Move your hand! Let me take the rest of my clothes off… so you can get at me better!"
Reluctantly he withdrew his hand and stepped back. He took his stony peter in hand and squeezed it to ease the ache. His eyes were big as saucers, staring in rapt attention as his 46-year-old grandmother stripped in front of him.
Eunice was lightheaded with lust. She felt deliciously dirty. Her hands trembled visibly as she fumbled to get her skirt open. She dropped it and let it fall of its own weight. As her skirt settled silently around her feet, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her confining panties and whisked them, along with her half slip, down the tapering columns of her fleshy but not unattractive legs. She stepped out of her bunched garments and kicked them toward her discarded shoes.
It was the first time Reed had ever seen a naked lady. His plump grandmother was shorter and not anywhere near as curvaceous as his mother when she wore hotpants and a halter, but her bouncy titties and that patch of gray-flecked dark brown hair at the bottom of her rounded belly made her vastly more interesting to look at.
They were a couple of fatties – not grossly so, just pleasingly plump – this middle-aged woman and her eight-year-old grandson. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and beauty is what each saw as they looked at one another through passion-smoldering eyes.
"I wanna l-look at your pu-pussy… up close!" Reed stuttered.
Eunice hadn't planned to give him a lesson in female anatomy, but she couldn't deny his request. His curiosity was normal, a sign of intelligence, and secretly she was pleased that he wanted to examine her privates.
"All right," she said, and stepped to the john. She put down the padded lid and took a seat on the throne. Leaning back against the toilet tank, she scooted her rear end out until the lower halves of her fatty buttocks hung down over the edge of the seat, and spread her legs wide open to give him an unobstructed view of everything she had. "Sit on the floor between my feet, why don't you?"
An invitation was all he needed. He sat right down and worked himself in close. When he stopped moving, his face was a scant six inches from her exposed genitals.
"Can you see it well enough?"
He nodded without looking up at her face. Her groin was all he was interested in at the moment. The fascinating sight of her secret parts – he knew they were secret because his mother had never let him catch even a glimpse of hers – held the kid's attention like a powerful magnet.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Yeah!" he replied.
That hairy crack between her legs wasn't exactly what he would call pretty, but then it wasn't ugly, either. He had nothing in his past experiences to compare it with. Exciting! That's the only way he could describe it. Heck, yes, he liked it! What boy wouldn't? He couldn't rip his gaze off it.
The slick-looking brownish flanges sort of yawned open right in front of his face, giving him a peek inside where she was a bright red color and all shimmery wet. The enthralled child gulped audibly. She was so different from him and his dad and his boy friends that he didn't know what to make of her female organs.
"Well, say something," she chuckled.
He couldn't. He was going to lie and say it was pretty but his voice wouldn't work. The gaping gash before him held the youngster in a state of stunned awe. It was so hairy! Brown on the outside and red on the inside. Then he spotted her clitoris standing out boldly in the inverted V at the top of her furry split, and this puzzled him all the more. Except for its color, a fiery red, it looked like a miniature penis.
Finally he cleared his throat, and asked in a voice barely above a whisper, "What's that thing, Nanna?"
"What thing are you talking about?"
"There, up at the top," he said, pointing.
Eunice tilted her head forward and looked down at her shamelessly exposed loins. "I think you mean my clitoris. Touch it and I'll tell you definitely."
He touched it right on the rounded, nerve-rich end.
"Aaahh, yes, that's it, all right. My clitoris."
He giggled. "It looks like a teensy cock."
"That's a good comparison," she said with a grin as she leaned back and made herself comfortable. "But I'll tell you for sure, it's a lot more sensitive than either yours or your grandfather's penises."
Reed began to relax when he realized his grandmother was enjoying this as much as he was. Without asking permission, he touched her clitoris again.
She sighed and closed her eyes. A dreamy expression came over her face. "Yes, dear, go ahead and play with Nanna's pussy," she encouraged him. "Put your little fingers in it if you want to. Just don't get too rough with me, is all. Take it easy and I'll let you do anything you want."
Anything I want? he thought. Oh, boy! I want to do everything!
It hadn't occurred to him that he didn't know what this whole fascinating business was all about. That didn't matter to his immature mind. The sexually awakening lad wanted everything all once, but he didn't know anything except what she'd taught him so far. The license she'd just given him was as good as being turned loose in a toy store with a hundred dollars to spend, and he couldn't have been more excited.
He ran his fingertip round and around her woman-cock until he had her moaning and gasping for breath. Then he started flicking it back and forth and he thought she was going to jump clear off the toilet seat. She was trying to tell him something, but her words were jumbled and he couldn't make it out.
That stuff she'd called precoital fluid was bubbling down out of her now. He stuck his index finger up her and was amazed at how hot and velvety smooth she felt on the inside. After he waggled it around in her sticky wetness for a few seconds, he backed it out and stuffed it up her again, along with his middle finger, too, this time.
Boy, did she moan! If two fingers made her cry out like that, what would three do to her? Deciding to find out, he added a third.