She went out to the kitchen and returned with a bowl containing a half-dozen freshly washed carrots for them to nibble on. Reed made a remark about rabbit food, but he took a carrot and began munching on it. Eunice sat back down in the recliner, selected the largest of the remaining five carrots for herself and set the bowl on the lamp table beside her.
From time to time she had all evening been glancing at the couch. Its very presence reminded her of what had gone on in this room the night before. Now that she was eating a plump, juicy carrot, it was even worse. Every time she opened her mouth to take a bite of the phallic-shaped vegetable, a mental picture of that good-looking young man's purplish glans penis disappearing into Becky's mouth flashed before her eyes.
She tried not to think about it. But as anyone who's ever tried not to think about some particular thing knows, attempting to shut something out of the mind only makes the mind dwell on it that much more. By the time Eunice finished off her first carrot, she'd pretty much given up and was letting her mischievous mind have its naughty way.
After all, she reasoned, imagining can't hurt anything, can it?
And imagine she did, for the lewd mental pictures of her lovely daughter performing fellatio on the strapping young man were causing her to slip slowly but surely into a sensual, daydreamy mood. Just the idea of oral sex had always been repugnant to Eunice but, for some inexplicable reason, now that she'd watched her own daughter engaging in it, it held a certain fascination for her, even though she still considered it unnatural and perverted – but maybe not quite so dirty and degrading as she'd once thought.
The fact of the matter was, Eunice was wishing she'd tried it herself when her husband had asked her to years ago, for now she would never know what it was like.
For the life of her the forty-six-year-old widow couldn't help wondering how a fat dick would taste, and how it would've affected her if she had given in and taken her husband's organ into her mouth. Of course it was too late to do anything about it now. Her husband was dead and buried and, although they'd had a good marriage, Eunice just couldn't see herself ever getting married again.
She picked up a second carrot and deliberately brought the large rather than the small end of it to her mouth. Pretending it was the erected penis of her husband when they were first married, she pursed her lips and, imagining it was the head of his dick, she kissed the somewhat rounded large end of the carrot.
This is silly, she thought, but instead of laughing she kissed the carrot again.
Silly or not, it gave her a charge because of her thoughts. She closed her eyes and slipped a couple of inches of the big end of the carrot in through her lips. Fantasizing that she was a young bride again, and that her handsome groom was coaxing her to do it, she began sucking and licking the carrot as if it really was the head of his penis.
To Eunice's surprise, this harmless little game she was playing turned out to be more exciting than she'd supposed it might be, because damned if sucking an imaginary dick wasn't making her wish she had the real thing in her mouth! She was beginning to realize what she'd been missing all those years and felt like kicking herself good for what might have been but now would never be. When she discovered that she'd started to bob her head almost imperceptibly, she bit off part of the carrot and put an end to her session of make-believe. Not only was it causing her to regret something that she could no longer do anything about, it was also making her hot, a condition which, as a widow, she'd learned to automatically guard against.
As she began chewing up the big bite of carrot she glanced at Reed. The boy was lying on the floor, staring straight ahead at the TV. Evident he hadn't noticed what she'd been doing. Eunice felt relieved. Had he asked her why she was sucking on a carrot, she would've felt ridiculous.
Her relief was short-lived, however, for while she was looking at her pudgy grandson his left hand moved back slowly and he started sliding the end of his index finger up and down the cleft of his plump young bottom. Little by little he worked it deeper, wedging his pajamas into the crack of his rear end. Absently he began rubbing his anus.
At first Eunice thought he was scratching himself, but when he kept it up and started squirming his rump around, too, she realized differently. Her first impulse was to tell him to stop doing such a vulgar thing, but something held her back. He was such a cute child, with a peaches and cream complexion and a face as pretty as any girl. In fact, from the neck up he looked like a girl, what with his silky blond hair being almost as long its Eunice's shag-cut, salt-and-pepper hair. There was a facial resemblance between them; they were both short and overweight; and because Eunice considered herself far too young to be a grandmother, she liked to fancy that people who saw them together mistook them for mother and on. She loved the child dearly but resented having been made a grandmother by the fact of his birth before she was even forty.
But that was neither here nor there at the moment, for she was thinking, I wish he'd stop doing that, as she watched, with a certain degree of fascination, his finger gouging deep into the gorge of his alluring, well-rounded asscheeks. She supposed he must be rubbing his tiny rectum the way she'd done while coating it with cold cream prior to giving him the enema, and she couldn't help feeling guilty for having inadvertently taught him it could be pleasurable. In her mind's eye she could just see him doing it when she had him out in public, maybe even in church, and she knew it would embarrass her to death if he did.
"Reed, don't do that."
"Huh?" He turned his head toward her, his expression telling her more clearly than words that he didn't know what she meant.
"You mustn't touch yourself there. Get you hand away from your bottom."
"But it itches, Nanna," he protested. "It start itching me in school today."
"Oh, for goodness sakes, I hope you didn't do that in school."
"No, ma'am, but I sure felt like it a couple of times. I don't know what's the matter. It never itched me there before."
Pinworms were the first thing that came to Eunice's mind, but she doubted he had them or he would have been itching before today. Besides, pinworms didn't bother a person in the daytime did they? But still…
"Maybe I'd better have a look at you, young man. Come over here by the light."
She turned the three-way lamp on to the 100-watt position and tilted the shade to make better use of the illumination. Reed hopped right up and trotted over to her.
"Turn around," she said. "And let down you pajama bottoms."
He did as he was told, and the sight of his plump little butt brought a strange smile to Eunice's face. She felt like kissing his behind. Instead she patted it fondly.
"Lean over, dear," she said, and scooted out to the edge of her chair. He bent over with his bottom staring her in the face and, reluctant to touch him after what she'd done last night, she instructed, "Now reach back and pull your little bottom open so Nanna can have a look in there where it itches."
The eight-year-old readily obeyed. "Maybe I need another enema."
"I shouldn't think so," she laughed nervously, her gaze zeroing in on the appealing rosebud of his exposed rectum. "What makes you think you need another one so soon?"
"I didn't go today."
"There's nothing unusual, in that. We got you cleaned out good last night. I expect you'll go again tomorrow."
"If I don't, will you give me another enema?"
"I suppose. But how come you're so eager to have another? Last night I had to threaten to spank you to get you in the bathroom."
"I was scared of it then," he admitted. "But now that I had one, I ain't a'scared of it no more."
"I'm not scared of it any more," she corrected.