"I didn't know you was scared of it, too," he said, sounding genuinely surprised. "You told me it wouldn't hurt, and you was right, too. It didn't hurt a bit. Heck, no, it felt real good."
Eunice laughed. "Yes, I know, dear, but one doesn't take an enema simply because it feels good. And certainly not every day. Once a week is enough."
"Why?"
"Well, because… just because, that's all."
An examination, not a discussion was in order, and she wanted to get it over with because, for some inexplicable reason, it excited her to have him bent over in front of her, holding his cute little buns apart with his behind only scant inches from her face. She placed her hands on his hips and turned him so the light would shine into his held-open butt better, and moved her head in a little closer.
On the rim of his pouting rectum she spotted a tiny area that appeared red by comparison. Closer inspection revealed that the skin was intact but damaged slightly. She supposed she must've accidentally scraped it with her fingernail last night. Although it was nothing serious, it made her feel bad to know that she'd hurt him in any way. Without thinking what she was doing, Eunice's head darted forward and she kissed the hurt spot.
"Nanna!" he gasped. "What are you doing?"
The youngish grandmother turned five shades red. "I th-think I must've scratched you last night while you were wiggling around. And I… I, uh kissed it to make it well, that's all. Doesn't your mother kiss away your hurts? I used to hers."
"Sometimes she does," he said, recalling that his mother had kissed his elbows and knees when he'd fallen on skates, and his thumb once when he'd hit it with a hammer. It'd never felt quite as good being kissed where his grandmother had just kissed him, though, and he told her honestly, "But Mother kisses more than once. She says that if one kiss will make it well, two will do it faster and three will really speed it up."
Lord help me, Eunice thought. I do want to kiss his cute little butthole again and, whether he knows it or not, he's giving me the perfect excuse to do it! I don't know what's the matter with me, but I just can't resist!
"If Becky kisses your hurts more than once, then I guess I'd better, too, hadn't I?" she mumbled, and licked her lips. "Do you want me to?"
"Uh-huh."
"All right, then I will. But you'll have to hold it open wider than that for me. Here, I'll help you."
With that, she placed her trembling hands over his and, inserting her thumbs into the appealing white crevice, spread his boyish cheeks wide open. In his bent-over position, his rosebud rectum stood out like the bullseye of a target. It seemed to be winking at her in invitation. A buzzing sound went off in her head, warning her that she was playing with fire.
Oh, what can it hurt? she mused. It's wrong, of course, a downright naughty thing to do, but Reed doesn't know that! I'll just give his sweet little anus a couple of quick pecks, is all.
Why she should want to do such an indecent thing was a complete mystery to the forty-six-year-old widow, but there was no denying her lewd desire. Her lips tingled with anticipation as she pursed them and wedged her face between the soft warmth of her grandson's fatty asscheeks. An illicit thrill rippled through her as she deliberately pressed her oral petals against Reed's forbidden orifice. Instead of giving it a quick peck, as she'd intended, Eunice kissed it a good one.
She drew back her suddenly whirling head, staring directly at his lipstick-stained anus. Her tongue crept out and swept over her lips, testing the musky flavor that clung to them. The heady taste wasn't at all unpleasant. Eunice shivered imperceptibly.
"Did that make Nanna's big boy feel all better?" she heard herself asking.
"I'll say," Reed sighed, waggling his rear around in front of her face. "Are you gonna kiss again, Nanna?"
"Of course I am, dear. We want your cute little buttie to get well quick, don't we?"
Eunice knew full well the minute inflamation would disappear by itself in a day or so. But like most children his age, Reed apparently believed that a mother's or a grandmother's kiss had some sort of magical healing power. There was some magic about it, all right, due to the location of his insignificant injury, but this particular kind of magic had nothing to do with healing. At least not for Eunice. She was becoming excited. Though she had Reed fooled, she couldn't kid herself any more. She had one more kiss coming and could hardly wait to get her lips back on his darling little asshole!
Feeling deliciously wicked, she moistened her lips with her tongue and, holding his firm/soft buns wide apart, nuzzled her face into the fleshy gorge. Her pursed lips brushed his feverish rectum once, twice, then emitting a tiny whimper, she fitted them around the pouting aperture and teased the tip of her tongue into its irresistible buttonhole.
"Ooooh!" the child squealed in pleasured shock. "Are you… gonna dilate… me again?"
"Unnn… yeth!" she whined, the tip of her tongue refusing to part with the puckered indentation it'd pierced.
Eunice hadn't planned to do anything like this, but now that she had her tonguetip into his tart-tasting anus, she lost her cool and began probing it deeper.
"Aaaah! Oh, Nanna, that's not your… finger this time… is it? It's your tongue! And it feels better than… your finger! Oh, do it, Nanna! Dilate me! I like it!"
Her young grandson's pleasured outcries egged her on. She couldn't believe she was doing such a nasty, perverted thing. Even as she moaned through her nose and shot her willfully sinful tongue all the way up into his heated rectum, it had an aura of unreality about it. Her head swam luridly as the dark brown flavor inside his butt assaulted her discerning taste buds.
She could feel him shivering as she lapped lewdly at the velvety walls of his youthful anal canal, keeping her tongue up him as far as it would go. Her hands trembled as she held his buttocks open for her greedy lips and tongue.
My God in heaven! she thought. What am I doiinnggg?!
But she couldn't stop, even though she felt horribly depraved. The sordid nature of her complusive act only heightened the wild blast of her obscene thrill. Something inside her snapped, releasing the bottled-up yearnings of a part of her personality Eunice had been denying existed within her until now.
As if they had minds of their own, her hands snaked around in front of Reed. Her right hand clutched the child's semi-erected penis, while her left shamelessly worked itself between his legs and enclosed the crinkled skin bag containing his small boyish testicles.
"Mmmm!" she moaned mournfully and, unable to hold herself in check, she began massaging his hairless young balls and jacking him off, with her lips pressed firmly to his anal region, her insatiable tongue skewering in and out of his hot, quivering asshole.
It was incredible to the heretofore prim and proper widow that she could do anything as grossly immoral as this! She'd never dreamed that such unnatural desires as she now experienced had been lurking beneath the surface of her consciousness. But they had, and now that they'd been released from the hidden cell-block in the back of her reeling brain, they were taking her over like inmates in revolt might storm a prison. The abrupt unleashing of her perverted longing overwhelmed Eunice.
How horrible! she wailed silently, her tongue spearing rapidly within the tight ring of Reed rectum as she stroked his hardening pecker and fondled his bird's-egg-sized testicles. God help me, because I can't help myself!
"Oh, Nanna! Ooouuu… oooohh!" she could hear Reed sighing.
The fact that she was behaving this way with her own grandson, literally attacking the innocent child, made her feel doubly demented. But she couldn't stop. Her unbidden lust drove her on. What she was doing to her daughter's young son was insanely wicked, unspeakably nasty, but the lurid thrill of it overpowered her completely. Now that she'd started ravishing the boy, she could no more have quit at this point than she could've sprouted wings and flown away.