Nana and the Big Boy
It's a sad fact in this age of enlightenment that untold thousands of women live out their entire lives without ever having an orgasm or really enjoying conjugal relations. And millions more, because of the inhibitions of their upbringing, cannot relax and fully enjoy the bliss of sexual intercourse for the first several years of their married life.
Most women, in fact, do not fully appreciate the pleasures that an erected phallus can give them until they reach their early thirties; although many are adept at feigning pleasure and faking climaxes for the sake of their husband's male ego. It is only the fortunate few females in our society who escape the moral prohibitions against anything carnal and manage to turn on in their teens or early twenties; and unless these lucky lasses are careful they wind up being branded as promiscuous or "loose" women.
We have the founding Pilgrim Fathers to blame for this sorry state of affairs, and most modern-day husbands would gladly slay the lot of those pious old fools if only there were some way to get back in time. Alas, there is no way, so we, along with the generations between, must suffer for the prudery of their narrow-minded religious code. And our women suffer most.
Take, for instance, Eunice Murphy, the forty-six-year-old widow who is the heroine of author Jane Tanner's latest erotic novel, NANNA'S BIG BOY. Eunice had had a good marriage. In her own timid way, she'd even learned to enjoy sex, allowing her husband to use two positions for intercourse but never permitting anything that hinted of perversion. Then her husband up and died and, like many women who've built their lives around one man, Eunice pulled into a protective shell of her own, having been left financially able to do pretty much as she pleased. She failed to make new friendships or maintain the old.
For three years after her husband died, Eunice denied that a woman of her age had any sexual needs. She was a walking bomb of pent-up tensions when her daughter -- a beautiful young woman of twenty-eight who'd been plumb crazy for it ever since she lost her cherry as a tender teenager -- separated from her husband and moved back in with Mom, bringing with her Reed, her plump eight-year-old son, and Buster, the huge Great Dane which, unbeknownst to Eunice, Becky's husband had caught her taking on in bestial intercourse.
Eunice might've gone on believing that a healthy woman of forty-six is over the hill, sexually speaking, if it hadn't been for a long-standing habit of hers the weekly enema. With Becky working nights as a cocktail waitress, the duty of attending to her son's needs fell on the youngish grandmother. When Reed asked for laxative -- which Eunice had absolutely no use for -- she quite naturally did the better thing.
She took the appealing child into the bathroom and had him strip naked so she could give him an enema. Eunice knew she'd made a mistake soon as the sight of his rosebud rectum excited her. Being anally erotic herself, she managed, with a flimsy excuse about dilating him, to stick her finger up his boyish butt. Boing! Up came his cute little penis and it was all the sex-starved woman could do to keep from committing incest then and there.
Later that night, while Eunice was still hot and bothered, her comely daughter brought home a well-endowed young man and, as Eunice secretly watched in melting dismay, went down on the guy all the way as a prelude to bigger and better things. Eunice's sense of horrified fascination held her spellbound, for she herself had never done such a filthy, disgusting thing.
That was soon to change, however, and Eunice's first act of fellatio was performed upon the darling "tallywhacker" of her own, pristinely innocent young grandson, and...
This is barely the beginning of the lustful tale which Mrs. Tanner has spun in her own inimitable way. As in every one of her novels, there is plenty of juicy action from first page to last. So, if the story of a middle-aged woman with all the hangups of her generation breaking free at last to discover the joys of carnality with her eight-year-old grandson and a huge, horny Great Dane appeals to you, you can't go wrong with this sex-packed book.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Take off your pants and shorts," Eunice told him.
Hesitantly the boy obeyed. He wasn't at all sure about this.
The forty-six-year-old widow, twenty pounds overweight but still rather attractive for her age, couldn't help blushing slightly as she caught sight of the towheaded child's small penis. It was the first peter she'd seen since her husband passed away three years ago. Nervously she cleared her throat, forcing her gaze away from the tempting morsel that jiggled so enticingly as Reed stepped out of his pants and shorts.
"Now your shirt," she cooed. "And your shoes and socks, too."
The eight-year-old frowned as he started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't see why he had to take off all his clothes. It embarrassed him to undress in front of her. She wasn't old and wrinkled the way most kids' grandmothers were. And besides, what with his dad being in the Air Force all his life, Reed had seen his mother's mother so few times that she was still pretty much a stranger to him.
"Will it hurt?" he asked timidly as he tugged off his socks and stood before her completely nude.
Eunice smiled to hide her mounting sense of inexplicable discomfort. She'd never gotten to cuddle Reed as a baby -- Becky had had him while they were stationed overseas -- and now, seeing him naked, she felt more like a seductress than the young grandmother which she actually was.
"No, dear, it won't hurt a bit," she assured him. "In fact, it'll be quite pleasant if you'll only relax while I'm giving it to you. And after we've finished, you'll feel much better."
"I don't want no old enema!" the child whimpered, tears misting his frightened, big blue eyes.
"I know you don't," Eunice soothed as she picked up the filled hot water bottle from the washbasin and hung it on the bathroom wall. "But you need it, so be a good boy and lie down there on the floor."
"Mother never did this, Nanna," the kid protested. He knew better than to call her Grandma. She hated that name, insisted she was too young to be called that, and although he knew she loved him, she wouldn't let him call her anything but Nanna. "When I get constipated, she always gives me a laxative!"
"Then shame on her," Eunice said. She took the small, white nozzle in her left hand and dipped the middle finger of her right into the open jar of cold cream resting on top of the toilet tank. "I taught her better than that. An enema is much more gentle than an old harsh laxative. It works better, too, and more thoroughly. If your mother were here, I'd make her give it to you. But she isn't, so it's up to me. Now, lie down, Reed, and let's get it over with."
Pouting, the eight-year-old lay down on the towel she'd placed on the floor. He didn't like this. He liked it even less when she made him pull his knees up beside his chest and hold them there.
In his knee/chest position, his small feet dangling in the air, Reed's rosebud rectum seemed to be cringing as it peered up at Eunice.
What a cute little butthole! she thought when she sank to her knees, and to her utter amazement, she felt like kissing it before she violated it with the plastic syringe.
The lewd desire was totally alien to her nature, for never in her forty-six years had Eunice ever done such a nasty thing as that. She couldn't understand why the thought had occurred to her now. It was completely unacceptable -- and so was the ripple of illicit excitement that went with it!
Good grief, what's the matter with me! she scolded herself mentally and then, shivering involuntarily, she shook her dizzy head to clear it.
Getting a grip on herself, she eased the middle finger of her right hand into the gorge of her grandson's plump buttocks and smeared the cold cream over his hot little anus.
"Oooh!" Reed sighed. He began squirming his rear end around.
"What's wrong, dear?" Eunice asked, and although she'd already applied a liberal coating of the lubricant, she couldn't seem to stop rubbing his appealing orifice. "Does it tickle?"
"Huh-uh, Nanna, it feels good!"
"Oh, you sweet little boy," she gushed, feeling a bit lightheaded now. "Didn't I tell you it would be pleasant if you'd only relax and let me do it?"
Eunice knew what she was talking about. She gave herself an enema once a week, whether she needed it or not, and never failed to enjoy it. This was a longstanding habit of hers -- solely for health reasons, of course -- but lately, since her husband's death, she'd started using a spare douche nozzle that reached way up into her anal canal rather than the tiny rectal syringe which she now had attached to the end of the hose.
"Yeah," he admitted. "But you didn't stick that thing in me yet."
"Surely a big boy like you isn't afraid of a little thing like this," Eunice chided.
She held up the rectal gadget to show him it wasn't going into him and, though she didn't know what was making her do such a naughty thing, she began insinuating the end of her middle finger into the fascinating aperture of the child's buttonhole rectum.
"Nanna! What are, you doo-inggg?!"
Eunice wondered that herself as she felt the tightness of his greased anus engulfing the first knuckle of her shameless finger. A perverted thrill tingled up her spine. She smiled reassuringly at her daughter's young son, as if she were doing nothing inappropriate, and, watching his face, she sank the full length of her long, slender finger up into the boy's quivering asshole. This was something she'd never done to herself, so she was surprised at how hot the inside of his butt felt as his velvety anal canal clamped down reflexively around her embedded finger.
"UUOOO... UUNNN!" the lad whimpered, his mouth agape and his eyelids batting rapidly open and closed.
"Just relax, Reed," she breathed. "Nanna is only showing you that you have nothing to fear from this itsy-bitsy thing." She waved the rectal syringe to call his attention to it.
"But w-what... have you got... in me?" he panted.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, b-but..."
"Then don't complain," she cut him off, her voice crackling with excitement. "It's my finger," she said, waggling it around inside him. "I thought perhaps I'd better dilate you in order to prepare you properly for the enema."
"What d-does... dilate mean?" he demanded fearfully.
"This is what it means," she heard herself saying, and without planning to do such an immoral thing, she began gently stroking her cold-creamed finger in and out of his gripping anus.
Eunice knew she should stop this insanity at once. She'd already gone too far. But what did he know? He was only a little boy, totally ignorant of how an enema should be given. If he happened to tell Becky that she'd inserted her finger into his butt she could deny it and swear it was only a figment of Reed's vivid imagination, due, she supposed, to his being frightened at the time. Her daughter would believe her, not her grandson, and she would never do it again even if Reed didn't tell his mother.
"Ohhh, Nanna!" the child sighed, his toes curling down to hug the balls of his upraised feet. "I l-like that!"
Nervously Eunice licked her lips. She slipped her finger into him clear up to her palm and, as if by accident, brushed her thumb over the wrinkled skin of his hairless scrotum, furtively feeling both his young testicles. His childish penis quivered. It began rearing up, growing fatter and longer. She had to fight her left hand to keep it from grabbing his pretty little dick.
My God! she thought. Am I losing my mind?!
Quickly she backed her finger out of Reed's rectum and wiped it on the towel he was lying on. Eunice couldn't deny the incestuous desire that was welling up in her sex-starved body. She didn't want to believe that she was capable of such indecent emotions. It shocked her to realize she wanted to seduce her own innocent grandson. She wondered if, subconsciously, she'd been using the enema as an excuse to have him naked so she could get her hands on him, and she shuddered at the thought that she might be such a wicked, demented person.
"Dilate me some more, Nanna," he pleaded naively. "It felt real good!"
"No, Reed, that's enough," she told him, trying to make her voice sound matter-of-fact.
She wished now that she had given him a laxative instead of insisting on the enema, but it was too late to back out. If she didn't go ahead and give it to him, he might suspect the horrible truth she'd just learned about herself.
Trembling visibly, her heart pounding in her shame-filled chest, the inadvertently aroused young grandmother inserted the rectal tube into the child's winking anus and released the spring clamp on the hose.
"Oooh... oohh... ohhhhh!" he cried with a mixture of pleasure and alarm, as the warmth of the olive oil-laced water surged up his colon and began swelling his belly. "That's enough, Nanna, turn it offf... before you... BUST ME! OOOHHHHH!!!"
"All right, dear. Don't panic. I'm shutting it off now," she told him, and squeezed down on the hose clamp until it clicked shut and stopped the flow. "No, no, not yet. Just lie still for a moment. I know you think you have to go right now, but you don't. Hold it in as long as you can."
Eunice noticed that his penis had wilted without him ever realizing it had started to erect. She heaved a sigh of relief, removed the rectal syringe from the hose and began washing it and her hands.
"I c-can't hold it in... no longer!" he warned, as she was putting the hot water bottle away.
"All right, dear. I guess you've held it in long enough," she said, and left the bathroom as he was scrambling to get on the pot.
When she heard him flush the toilet a few moments later, she went back in and drew his bath water for him.
"It wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked while she was washing his back.
The youngster shook his blond head. "You were right, too, Nanna. I feel lots better now."
Eunice only wished that she could say the same. She was ashamed of herself for having stuck her finger up his butt. The most upsetting part, however, wasn't what she'd actually done; it was those other lewd desires, the indecent things she'd wanted to do but hadn't!
Good Lord! she thought, as she lay in bed later that night. What came over me? I'm not like that! How could I have done such a vulgar thing?! She tried to stop thinking about it.
This proved to be an impossible task, though. Eunice had been denying her sexuality for over three years, but now the juices of desire had been reawakened. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the appealing peter of her handsome grandson starting to erect, and the mental images affected her even more strongly than the real thing had.
Her mind drifted back to the days when her husband was still alive. They'd had a mild but satisfying sex life, and now, for the first time, Eunice realized how much she truly did miss having his cock. The more she thought about their conjugal relations, the more she wished he was with her now.
She couldn't lie still. Sleep refused to come. Her plump, 5' 2" body grew more and more feverish as she tossed and turned. Soon, she was struggling with the nasty urge to abuse herself, something she hadn't done since she was in her teens. She locked her legs tightly together and clenched her buttocks.
A mistake. The contraction of her muscles caused her aroused loins to tingle all the more. Almost against her will she cupped her breasts, large but saggy with middle age; and began caressing them through the sheer material of her nylon nightgown. Her nipples were hard as berries, the brown areolas behind them puckered and aching.
"Damn it!" she moaned and in the privacy of her darkened bedroom, she captured the tender tips of her titties between her thumbs and forefingers and began lightly tweaking the tumid cones.
It felt marvelous. There was no denying the surge of sensual delight her kneading fingers evoked. The trunk nerve connecting her sensitive nipples to her loins carried the digital stimulation down her body. Rapidly the erotic sensations built in her vaginal area and began having their inevitable effect on her organ of sexual pleasure.
Slippery secretions beaded on the satiny walls of her sweltering vagina. The droplets ran together and began trickling down her inner sheath. In no time the furry crack between her legs started leaking the liquid proof of her frustrated desire.
Her clitoris glutted itself with blood. Its shaft grew longer, forcing the swollen head to slide jerkily from the sanctity of its protective hood.
Feeling perverted even as she did it, Eunice pulled her left tit out of her nightgown and, holding it up, took the tumescent nipple into her mouth.
"Mmmm, mmmm!" she sighed, rubbing her thighs together as she sucked her tender titflesh, her lips forming a seal at the junction of white supporting mound and brownish areola while her tongue lapped tantalizingly at the nerve-rich button of her erected nipple itself.
Her clit stood out boldly in the inverted V at the top of her pouting pussy. It throbbed with each rapid beat of her hammering heart. Eunice could feel the pulsations from it rippling up her vagina and bombarding her womb.
It was maddening. She feared she would start climbing the walls if she didn't get some kind of relief! Suddenly she kicked back the cover and jumped out of bed.
Beneath her underthings in the bureau drawer was a bullet-shaped vibrator. It had been out of its box only once. Her dead husband, kind and understanding man that he was, had ordered it for her when he became too ill for lovemaking. Eunice had examined it when the postman brought it and then, assuring her considerate husband that she would use it if she ever needed it and put it back in the box and hidden it beneath her panties and brassieres, where it had remained untouched ever since.
Well, now she needed it. Badly, too. And because her husband had given it to her, she told herself it was all right to use it. But it wouldn't work. The batteries that had come with it were dead with age.
"Shit!" Eunice muttered.
Out to the kitchen she trotted, her bare feet padding silently along the carpeted hallway as her fleshy tits and buttocks jiggled and jounced beneath her flowing nightgown. She robbed the flashlight of its batteries, hurried back to the bedroom and put them in the vibrator. She screwed the cap/switch base back on and twisted it to the on position.
BUZZZZZ!
The vibrator worked fine with the different batteries. Eunice switched it off and laid it on the bureau. Her hands were trembling with anticipation as she leaned over, grasped the hem of her nightgown and, rising again, whisked it off over her head. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties, the crotch of which was sopping wet by this time, and skinned them down her plump but shapely legs.
Just as Eunice was stepping out of her secretion-soaked briefs, she heard footsteps on the front porch. She paused, glanced at the clock, the dial of which shone in the dark, and was surprised to see how late it was. There was the metallic report of a key being inserted into the lock, then the door opened and she heard a feminine: "Shh. No, honey, you can't come in." There was a moment of silence, then, "Mmmm, well, all right... but just for a little while, and we'll have to keep it quiet."
CHAPTER TWO
Eunice gritted her teeth, thinking, Damn it, why did she have to get home now? And who has she got with her?!
She hesitated, wanting to get on with it but fearing that, even if she closed the bedroom door, the buzzing sound of the vibrator might carry to the living room, where she could hear her daughter and some unknown man conversing in tones so low that she couldn't make out what they were saying.
Becky was separated from her husband, had moved back home a week ago with Reed and Buster, the huge Great Dane that ate like a horse. They'd already had an argument about Buster, which Eunice had won only by asserting her authority. She didn't care if the dog was a wonderful pet. An animal that size didn't belong in the house, so, insisting the fenced back yard would be plenty good enough for him, Eunice had compromised only to the point of agreeing to leave the side door of the garage ajar so Buster could sleep in it and take shelter whenever it rained.
The widowed mother of forty-six and her twenty-eight-year-old married daughter had also gone round and around about the job Becky had found for herself. Becky had won that argument though, and against her mother's wishes had gone to work as a cocktail waitress in what Eunice referred to as "that den of iniquity". Had Eunice known that her stunningly beautiful daughter was not only a cocktail waitress but a topless one, at that, she would've had a fit. But Becky, who'd always had the morals of an alley cat despite her proper upbringing, had spared her uptight mother the news that her new job required her to nightly display her magnificent knockers for the voyeuristic benefit of the hottest night spot in town's paying customers.
Now Eunice had another bone to pick with her physically perfect albeit morally deficient daughter. Becky was a grown woman with a child of her own, but she was an only child and Eunice -- who dreaded the onset of menopause and literally hated the prospect of growing old -- refused to face the facts of life. The way she'd handled widowhood (rarely going out, not bothering to make new friends, refusing to even consider taking a job -- her dead husband had left her reasonably financially secure) proved this.
In short, Eunice had, instead of attempting to make a new life for herself, drawn into her shell more and more during the three years since her husband's death and, although she didn't realize it, she was dangerously close to becoming a borderline schizoid.
And so, actually believing the world was the way she'd always been taught -- beginning with Sunday School as a small child of the strict, depression-racked thirties -- to view it, Eunice was more than a little put out with her daughter's current misbehavior, as she saw it. Becky had said she would probably be filing for divorce, but she hadn't filed yet and, to Eunice's way of thinking, no decent young woman would be sneaking around with one man while she was still wedded to another.
Her own state of sensual arousal notwithstanding, as Eunice stood there nude in the privacy of her darkened bedroom, straining her ears to listen to the sounds of kissing mingled with male and female murmurings drifting back from the living room of her comfortable but modest home, anger welled up inside her.
Momentarily forgetting the phallic-shaped vibrator, Eunice indignantly snatched up her robe and put it on. She had no intention of permitting her daughter to carry on in this sinful way, not under her roof, at any rate!
You'd think Becky would have more respect for her father's memory! Eunice huffed silently.
After she'd buttoned her robe clear up to her neck, Eunice stuck out her slightly double chin and, with a self-righteous expression of stern disapproval firming up her middle-aged cheeks, she padded barefoot from her room. Wanting to catch them in some sort of illicit embrace so she would be positively justified in upbraiding her daughter and ordering the man, whoever he was, out of her house, Eunice tiptoed up the hall. Just as she was about to stick her head around the corner and peer stealthily into the living room, she heard the metallic whine of a zipper and her daughter's breathy voice, saying: "Oh, honey, yes! Take it out! Your cock! Let me feel it!"
A gotcha smile played tightly over Eunice's pious visage. Although she deplored the vulgarity of the mental image which flashed into her mind, she decided to wait until she could catch Becky red-handed in the disgusting act of fondling a penis not lawfully belonging to her.
Becky's cautiously modulated voice quavered with desire as it wafted into the alert ears of her lurking mother: "It's hard as a rock, and so big, too! You're really hung! Damn, Jack, a pole like that could rupture a girl!"
There was a masculine chuckle, followed by, "I don't get many complaints about it being too small."
"I shouldn't think you ever would. Mmmm! Does it feel good! I haven't had any for two whole weeks, but you're gonna remedy that, aren't you, honey?"
"Change your mind, did you? You want it now, do you?"
"I'll say!" Becky sighed, her gold-flecked brown eyes turning smoky as she gazed longingly at the oversized phallus which her femininely graceful hand was busy exploring. "I don't know if I can take it all, though! How long is this womb-jammer anyway?"
"Take a guess, sugar," he taunted, the powerful fingers of his hamlike hand burying themselves in the lustrous tresses of her naturally curly but now disheveled, dark-blonde hair. "Guess it within a half inch and you win the right to kiss it."
"Promises, promises," Becky laughed. Then she grasped his rod and tugged it down at an angle, absently licking her full, sensuous lips as her appreciative eyes estimated its length. "Nine inches," she breathed. "At least that. Do I win the prize?"
"Closer to eight," Jack told her. "But with lips like those, you get to kiss it anyway."
Eunice could hardly believe her ringing ears. She and her dearly departed husband had never carried on in such a shocking manner. Considering the sex act to be the holy communion of their love for one another, they'd always engaged in both foreplay and intercourse in virtual silence except for an occasional, but heartfelt, "I love you," and a few whispered endearments that turned to the inevitable tiny outcries of ecstasy when one or both of them reached fulfillment.
Understandably, Eunice was stunned by the lewdness of her daughter's flippantly indecent remarks. Only instead of becoming more outraged, as she felt she should, Eunice's reaction was precisely the opposite.
To her utter dismay, the sex-starved forty-six-year-old woman, who'd always thought of herself as a proper wife and mother, suddenly found herself hanging on every smutty utterance of the lurid conversation between her misbehaving daughter and the horny man whose identity remained a mystery to her.
Try as she did, Eunice simply couldn't force herself to storm into the living room and lay into them. The cocksureness of her convictions drained from her and, along with it, the courage to complete her self-appointed task.
Angry at herself now for her timidity, Eunice decided she'd better tuck tail and tiptoe back to her room before she suffered the embarrassment of being discovered eavesdropping on them. That was when she learned, to her bewilderment, that she couldn't move. She nearly screamed out loud. It was as if her bare feet had immobilized her by sending roots down into the carpet. There she stood, barely out of their sight in the hallway, reeling with frustration at her apparent inability to tear herself from the spot.
"That's the girl. You know you've got to peel my banana to get at the best part of it, don't you?" Eunice heard the uncouth man saying and, although her feet refused to budge, the rest of her didn't.
All at once her legs became too weak to support the weight of her pudgy torso. Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. In the nick of time, she leaned against the wall to keep from falling. Inadvertently her head jutted forward and, when all motion had ceased, her right eye was looking at the wall on which her cheek rested, while her left eye -- the one with perfect vision -- stared around the corner and into the offset area of the living room, where Becky and a strapping young man Eunice didn't know were sitting.
With a sense of horrified fascination, Eunice watched as the graceful hand of her lovely daughter ruttishly tugged down on the thick shaft of the stranger's huge erection. When her hand stopped at the midpoint of his organ, his elastic foreskin had been drawn back all the way, leaving exposed the awesome sight of his swollen, purplish-hued glans penis.
The three-way lamp on the table beside the nearest end of the couch had been turned on to the 30-watt position. Its dim light caused the diamonds in Becky's wedding rings to sparkle as, clinging to the object of her adulterous desire, she allowed the man who'd brought her home to draw her head down into his lap. Becky's gold-flecked brown eyes had a glassy appearance. She gazed fixedly at the bluntly rounded top of the stiff dick she had in her hand, her tonguetip tracing her lips in anticipation it, her pretty face came nearer and nearer to the mushrooming knob.
When it was about three inches below her dainty nose, Becky inhaled deeply and then let out her breath with a sigh, obviously savoring the musky aroma wafting up from his aroused organs of masculinity. She squeezed his prick. A large drop of colorless fluid bubbled from the pouting eye of his crown. Her pink tongue darted out like a snake and scooped it up eagerly, then retreated back into her mouth as if it'd stolen a rare gem.
"Mmmm!" Becky sighed, and she smacked her lips in delectation.
"Find something good, did you?" Jack asked with a grin.
"I'll say I did!" she breathed. "Turn my head loose, honey. I can take it from here."
"I'll bet you can, at that," he replied disentangling his fingers from the large, loose curls of her sexily mussed, honey-blonde hair. "Like all the way?"
"Mmm, I'm tempted," she admitted, her lips brushing against the forefront of his turgid bulb she spoke in a throaty tone barely above a whisper: "But only if you can go twice, because my pussy wants some of this, too."
"Don't worry, sugar, I won't disappoint you."
"You'd better not, after getting me worked up like this," she warned and, with that, she began moving her head around, making lascivious smacking noises as she rained fervent wet kisses all over the livid surface of his taut-skinned glans.
Oh, no! Eunice gasped silently, flaming butterflies flitting unbidden through her stomach as she stood by secretly watching her only child willingly lowering herself in this brazen fashion. She was always crazy about boys, but I never dreamed that MY daughter would do such a filthy disgusting thing as that! Look at her! She's licking it now... the head of his dirty dick! Becky, where did I fail you? How could you disgrace me this way? And in your dead father's house, at that. With a total stranger! Good Lord, have you no shame at all?! I raised you to be decent and pure and sweet! No, no, no... I can't bear to witness this!
But witness it she did, for she couldn't rip her gaze away. Eunice's own loins were congested with the hot blood of her unwanted desire, and the vulgar tableau before her held her attention like a powerful magnet. She couldn't look away. Against her will she stared transfixed at the immoral sight of her married daughter committing not only adultery but a crime against nature, as well. An illicit thrill tingled up Eunice's spine as she watched Becky tug that big penis this way and that so she could alternately kiss and lick every bit of its obscenely bloated crown.
For three long years Eunice had lived alone as a grieving widow, denying that a woman of her age had any sex needs. And now, at forty-six, it was finally catching up with her. She'd only been kidding herself, and the events of this night were teaming up on her to prove it. Her sexually deprived body was coming alive as never before, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"MMMM... smack, smack... SWEET DICK... slurp, slurp!" Becky was getting carried away way with herself now, but remembering where she was, she lowered her voice again and without looking up, asked, "Have I got you primed, Jack? Are you ready for me to take it in my mouth and finish you off?"
"Better believe it, sugar," he sighed. "Christ, what a tongue! I was beginning to think I'd pop my nuts before you got around to wanting the main course."
Becky sat up laughing softly. "The main course is intercourse, honey, and you'd better keep that in mind because going down on you is only an appetizer for me. Now drop your pants and shorts, you lovely bastard, 'cause I want to hold your balls when you squirt that delicious stuff they make into my mouth."
"Hell, yeah!" he husked, hurriedly opening the tops of his trousers and boxer shorts. He raised up and shoved them down past his knees, then spread his legs as they settled about his feet.
She slid off the couch, took off his shoes then pulled his bunched pants and shorts off over stockinged feet. Her hands hooked behind knees and tugged. He scooted out till his behind rested on the edge of the cushion. Assuming a kneeling position between his legs, she cupped his wrinkled, wild-haired scrotum, lifted and began kissing and licking at the oblong goodies it contained.
"Your balls feel nice and full," she purred, kissing and licking her way up the undersurface of his slightly curved shaft, the tip of her tongue tickling along the sensitive, prominent vein.
"Yeah. I got a big load built up for you, sugar."
"Oh, I hope so!" she sighed.
Her trembling right hand clutched his dong and peeled its foreskin back far as it would go. She moistened her lips with her tongue and forme them into a shiny red O. Cradling his heavy nuts in her left hand, she wriggled into position on her knees and lowered her head, fitting the red circle of her soft oral petals over the bluntly rounded head of his erection.
"Mmmm!" she whimpered, letting the shape of his mushrooming crown enlarge the receptive O of her lips as she eased her head down and took the purplish bulb into her oral cavity.
"God!" he husked, when she sucked down on his dickhead and started swirling her tongue around it. "Your mouth... feels like... melted butter!"
Becky emitted a throaty sound of pleasure and started bobbing her head slowly, her puffy red lips dragging salaciously up and down his saliva-glistening stalk as her creamy-white cheeks pumped suckingly in and out.
From her vantage point in the hallway, Eunice had a clear view of the perverted act her submissively kneeling daughter was so eagerly performing. It was the most blatantly obscene thing she'd ever seen! Her inhibited brain fairly reeled with the sordidness of what she saw.
Oh, the shame of it! Eunice whined inwardly. My own daughter... doing THAT... and to a stranger, not her husband! Not a word about loving one another! It's just sex for sex's sake! Dirty! Nasty! Disgusting! I raised her right! Dear God, how can she take that filthy thing in her mouth?! She must be demented!
But despite Eunice's horrified incredulity, it was perfectly obvious to her that both the young people were thoroughly enjoying the unspeakably immoral act. Her mature loins were ablaze, her middle-aged body shivering involuntarily. Her pent-up emotions were being set free against her will. Her body wouldn't listen to her brain. Eunice couldn't believe how hot and bothered she was getting. Her pussy hungered for the feel of a hard prick as it never had before. Vaginal secretions were oozing out over the blood-engorged labia of her furry crack, trickling all warm and sticky-wet down the insides of her fleshy thighs.
As Eunice watched enthralled while her laughter's head began gradually moving faster and faster, the loose curls of her honey-blonde hair bouncing and swaying, she realized this wasn't the first time Becky had used her mouth in this vulgar manner. She knew exactly what she was doing and seemed to love it. Although she deplored the very thought of it, Eunice couldn't help wondering what it would be like to do that herself. In the early days of their marriage, her husband had tried to get her to take his penis in her mouth. Of course she'd refused, and after a few times he hadn't bothered her that way again, but now she almost wished she had given in and tried it at least once.
Becky's strict upbringing hadn't taken. She lost her cherry at fourteen and had been cock-crazy ever since. A healthy girl with a strong sex drive, the only thing she enjoyed more than sucking a dick was having one rammed up her. She was an accomplished fellatrice and always became very excited when she was going down. Strangely enough, although she'd had countless boy friends in her teens, Becky had settled down after marriage and remained faithful to her husband, until a few months back. When he was away on a temporary duty assignment, she'd weakened and taught the Great Dane how to screw her. Once she'd go started with the big dog she couldn't stop. Eventually her husband had caught her in the act and he hadn't been a bit understanding. In fact he'd moved into the barracks and refused to even talk to her on the phone.
Sick at heart over the breakup of her marriage, Becky had sworn off bestiality. Secretly she was hoping to prove she could mend her ways and thereby win her husband back. But the only good-paying job she'd been able to find in her hometown was that of a topless cocktail waitress. Men at the club drooled over her magnificent boobs, curvaceous torso and long, shapely legs. The temptation was too great and, tonight, although she hadn't intended to go all the way, she accepted a ride home instead of calling a cab, and now nature was taking its course.
It'd been two weeks since she'd had sex of any kind, and for Becky that was a long, long time. Once she'd felt Jack's prong, she'd melted. It was the biggest hunk of meat she'd ever gotten hold of. Now she was on her knees, had it in her mouth and was sucking for all she was worth to bring him off. God, how she wanted the cream in those large, bloated balls she held in her hand!
"MMM, MMM, MMM!" she chanted, her head flying up and down as she sucked the top four inches of his prize dong and pumped the lower part of his pulsating shaft with her tightly gripping hand to hasten his ejaculation.
And the daughter's enthusiastic cocksucking was having its lewd effect on her peeping mother. Eunice was having difficulty getting her breath now. The tip of her tongue traced absently round and around the tremulous oval of her parted lips. In spite of a lifetime of propriety, she began to envy her daughter. The visual stimulation of seeing her only child excitedly blowing a strange man was rivetting to her. The soft, wet sucking sounds bombarded Eunice's spinning brain. The sight of Becky's puffy red lips skimming lasciviously up and down the man's throbbing, spit-glistening phallus was setting Eunice on fire.
Yes, Becky, suck it, suck it! Make him cum! she shouted mentally because, dirty or not, the perverted act being performed before her had finally snapped something inside Eunice, God help me! I don't even know that young man, but I can't help wishing... it was ME instead of Becky sucking his gorgeous pecker!
Once she'd admitted the base truth of her shameful emotions, Eunice's mouth fairly watered for a taste of the stiff dick her daughter was orally enjoying. Though she would never actually do such a brash thing, she experienced an almost overwhelming urge to rush into the room, shove Becky's head out of the way and take that lovely big prick in her own hungry mouth.
My stars, what's wrong with me?! Eunice wailed inwardly. I must be losing my mind!
It was torture for her to watch now. The torment of her inner turmoil tugged at Eunice's sperm-starved womb, and never in all her forty-six years had she experienced anything so unbearably delicious as the carnal craving which resulted from the unleashing of all the frustrated yearnings which had been bottled up inside her for so long. The copious secretions of her weeping vagina were running down past her knees now. She cupped her aching breasts and squeezed them hard, whimpering softly as her lust-glazed eyes remain riveted to the fascinating act of ongoing fellatio on the couch.
"AAAH, GOD!" Jack moaned, his hips starting to hunch Becky's face as he grabbed a double handful of her hair and threw back his head. "GET READY! HERE IT... OHHHH... COMESSS!!!"
Suddenly Becky's head stilled. She clung to the bottom of his stem, massaging his drawn-up nuts with her left hand while the top of her shaft-gripping right hand beat rapidly at the shimmering circle of her puffy red oral petals. She was letting him fuck her face and sucking the forefront of his pulsating peter like mad as he did so. While her quivering cheeks sank inward from the force of her suction, her unseen tongue flailed whiplike at the turgid head of his thrusting tool, urging him on, silently begging him to hurry up and give her the creamy reward she'd been working for.
Sensing that the climactic moment had arrived, Eunice pinched down on her tumescent nipples and, panting with lust, had to bite her tongue to keep from yelling, Shoot it, you good-looking devil! Squirt your slimy, hot cum in my little girl's mouth! She wants it, so, Goddamn you, give it to her! Now, now, nowww!!!
Jack's head rolled about, his hips pumping frantically. He was trying to ram it down into her throat, but Becky's encircling hand prevented this. She was taking exactly the amount of pistoning prick she wanted, and not a fraction more. The thick shaft sawed incessantly away at the soft, saliva-coated surfaces of her lewdly distended lips, the swollen glans bump, bump, bumping against the silky membrane lining the back of her throat. Her cheeks were drawn in obscenely now, molded so snugly to his organ that its flared coronal ridge caused her cheeks to ripple as he fucked its pounding head furiously in and out of her voraciously suctioning mouth.
"UUNNN... UNG, UNG, UNG!" he grunted and, letting go of her head, he sank back to the couch, his entire body shuddering rapturously as orgasm took him over.
Although all Eunice could see at the moment was the spastic twitching of the man's large testicles cupped in her daughter's hand, she knew he was at that instant beginning to lose his seed. Becky's nasal outcry of perverted pleasure rang luridly in her ears, making Eunice dizzy, and lightheaded. She could almost see the gluey jets of whitish semen spurting into her child's mouth. With her imagination working overtime, Eunice could nearly taste it herself. The vicarious thrill of it was damned near too much for the sexually deprived widow. Her heart raced out of control. It hammered against her heaving rib cage, sounding like a tom-tom inside her spinning head.
Only the ballooning head of his jerking cock was inside Becky's mouth now. He had a massive load built up. It was gushing out of him all hot and thick.
"MMMMM!" Becky moaned through her passion-enlarged nostrils, savoring the rich blast of bitter-almond flavor as his spurting cum flooded her greedy mouth. The sharply acrid sperm floated her tongue and made her appreciative taste buds tingle with delight. A wave of frothy white jism washed out over her puffy red lips and began running down her chin before she started gulping the rest of it down gluttonously, her spasmodically working throat going, glub, glub, glub!
The sheer eroticism of a cock spewing cum into her daughter's eagerly receiving mouth wiped all thoughts of it being nasty and perverted from Eunice's lust-fogged mind, but this was more than she could take. As she watched the overflow trickle down Becky's quivering chin and stretch from its point in a long, gluey string, and saw her throat begin straining to drink the remainder of it, Eunice realized she had to get out of there before she fainted or, worse yet, went completely out of her head and charged into the room with them to give her blessing and join them in their depravity.
Her legs were like rubber but somehow she managed to turn around and stagger back down the hall to her room. She shut the door, leaned against it and, gasping for breath, started unbuttoning her robe. The damned thing was smothering her! She had to get it off!
Naked as the day she was born, her saggy tits swaying and her fleshy buttocks flopping, Eunice ran to the bureau, snatched up the vibrator and jumped into bed with it. She was shaking all over, especially her hands, as she wedged the rounded tip of the pink plastic instrument between the blood-swollen lips of her hairy hole and started pushing it up into the grateful sheath of her burning, itching vagina.
"OOOUUU!" she moaned, when her starved cunt swallowed the bullet-shaped device in one hungry gulp.
She put a pillow between her legs to mute the sound, then twisted the switch-cap base to the on position with most of it already inserted into her body.
Buzz-zzz-zzz.
With her flesh and the pillow muffling the noise, she could scarcely hear the vibrator running, but she could certainly feel it. God, how she could feel it!
"OOOHH... OOOHH... OOOHHHHH!!" she moaned aloud, and fearing she might be overheard, she rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow beneath her head. Still holding the buzzing vibrator full into her snatch with one hand and the pillow against her crotch with the other, she drew her legs as tight together as they would go, simultaneously squeezing the pillow between her fleshy thighs and hunching it the way she used to hunch her husband when he managed to get her hot enough to coax her on top of him.
"UUNNN, UUNNN, UUNNN!"
Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but she was clenching her buttocks and working the muscles in her back and belly so hard and fast that the bucking motion of her overweight body made the bedsprings squeak with a rhythm that had gone unheard by the walls of this bedroom for more than three years.
"MMMMMM... OH, GOD... IT FEELS... SOO GOOOODDD!!!" Eunice told the pillow.
And indeed it did. The tender walls of her ravenous vagina were receiving the full benefit of the whirling, off-center weight inside the tapering plastic tube. The best sensations, however, were being effected deeper inside her belly. The conical end of the instrument penetrated her sufficiently to touch her womb itself. As she humped the pillow between her thighs, the tip of the phallic-shaped object flipped continually back and forth over the supersensitive neck of her uterus, blasting that most feminine of all her female organs with jackhammer-like spurts of vibratory action.
"AAAAH... OOOOOH!" she moaned into the pillow, the fat on her rump jiggling as she fucked hell out of the other pillow, the juices dribbling down out of her pleasured pussy soaking into the pillow case, turning it wet and sticky.
Thousands of vibrations per minute were ricocheting around in her steaming loins, passing through her womb and into her abdominal cavity as well, making her visceral organs tingle along with the satiny walls of her fluttering pussy. Her throbbing clitoris stood out like a miniature, angry-red cock in the uppermost part of her dilated sex slot. By this time she was pressing the pillow to her groin with both hands, and was frenziedly scrubbing her blood-enlarged cuntlips and the raw-nerved head of her man in boat against the comparative coarseness of the secretion-drenched pillow case, with the vibrator full into her hidden tunnel all the while, buzzing happily away as it did the woman-pleasing job its manufacturer had intended.
"OHH, OHH, OHH!"
It was getting too good. Eunice could feel her loins tightening with the bittersweet sensations of her impending climax. The damned-up tensions of her long abstinence were breaking free, sweeping over her in a floodlike flush of delicious warmth. "MMM... MMMMMM!!!" she moaned, bearing down on the pillow between her legs, shuddering and twitching but otherwise stopping all motion. Then it hit her, the full impact of her orgasm, and after three years of building, it was brutally intense.
"AAAAA-GGGGAAAAHHHH!!!" she groaned gutturally, burying her lust-contorted face even deeper into the pillow to prevent being overheard.
Buzz-zzz-zzz.
The vibrator was still going inside her, tickling the hypersensitive mouth of her convulsing womb, vibrating steadily away as the velvety walls of her sheath clamped down on it with the heartbeatlike rhythm of her muscular contractions.
"CUMMING... GOD... OHHHH... CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!" she wailed.
The entire floor of her pelvic region joined in the spastic dance of her toe-curling climax. Because she'd gone without it so long, and had gotten worked up to a feverish pitch of desire heretofore unknown to her, Eunice was having a cum like she'd never had before. At long last her pleasure-starved body was getting the blessed relief it so desperately needed.
"NNNNAAAAHHHH... OOOOHHHH!!!"
The shock waves of her orgasmic ecstasy were threatening to rip her apart at the seams. Being used to satisfying but rather mild climaxes with her deceased husband, the forty-six-year-old widow, although she was quaking helplessly with the fantastic results, just couldn't believe that cumming could be so Goddamned wonderful as this! Her heart felt like it might explode at any second and she didn't give a tinker's dam if she did die, did die!
"OOOOHHHH... OOOOUUUU... GAWD, GAWD... HAAALLLAAAHHHH!!!" she screeched, and then went limp, sobbing brokenly as a series of spine-tingling tremors wracked her sweat-beaded torso, her asshole winking and her pleasure-soaked pussy grabbing spasmodically at the buzzing vibrator embedded in her rapturously heaving belly.
Afterward, Eunice felt as if she'd been wrung out completely. She couldn't remember ever being so totally relaxed in her whole life. With the stilled vibrator her husband had given her resting beneath her pillow -- where it was going to stay from now on, handy whenever she wanted to use it again -- she lay there smiling contentedly up at the darkened ceiling.
The faint noises of her married daughter receiving an adulterous screwing in the living room drifted back to Eunice's ears. She knew she should be alarmed, but somehow she couldn't seem to care at the moment. As long they didn't wake her innocent young grandson in the next room, Eunice's attitude was: Let them fuck! It's really none of my business, is it?
She honestly hoped they enjoyed themselves and, although she would've liked to hear the finish, she fell asleep before it came.
CHAPTER THREE
Although spring was officially several weeks away, it was a warm, beautiful morning in California's Imperial Valley and Eunice felt good despite the events of the previous night. The release of her pent-up tensions had left her with a sense of physical well-being. She got up early, as was her custom, and found herself humming as she took her morning shower.
Since Becky had started working at the night club, she generally slept until midafternoon. So Eunice made breakfast for Reed and herself, then sent the boy off to school with a hug and a pat on his plump little bottom. She stood on the porch in blouse and skirt and sandals, watching Reed until he disappeared around the corner of the block before she went back in the house to have a second cup of coffee.
For some reason which she didn't fully understand, Eunice didn't feel like censuring her wayward daughter this morning, though she supposed she really ought to. It wasn't an easy decision to make. Black was black and white was white, but although Becky had certainly committed a sin, the circumstances involved cast a gray tone upon her wrongdoing.
After all, Eunice reasoned, Becky is twenty-eight now, a grown woman in her own right. And separated. Of course she shouldn't be dating other men, much less having sex with one. She isn't divorced yet, and even if she were, that wouldn't make it right. But if I call her on it, she's going to know that I eavesdropped on them last night. How could I explain that? Not satisfactorily, I'm sure. It would be embarrassing for both of us, and almost certain to cause hard feelings between us. Still, I don't want her carrying on with that young man in the house, exposing Reed to that sort of vulgarity if he should happen to hear them and get up out of bed to investigate. I wish Becky would behave herself, but where the opposite sex is concerned, she just never has seemed to be able to. It's a weakness in her, I suppose, although I'll never understand where she got it. Certainly not from me or her father, God rest his soul. I raised her the best I could, too. Taught her right from wrong. But the way the world is nowadays...
And so Eunice's thinking went as she sipped second then a third cup of coffee at the breakfast nook in the kitchen. The mother in her didn't approve of what her offspring had done and insisted that she do her duty; while the woman her, after learning the hard way that female sexual needs can be every bit as demanding as those of the less moral male of the species, was trying to be understanding and compassionate about the distasteful matter.
In truth, Eunice was only kidding herself again. Deep down, beneath the level of her conscious thinking, she was secretly pleased with he daughter's sexual misbehavior. Of course she would never have admitted this even to herself, but her voyeurism in the hallway last night had provided her with a terrific vicarious thrill. Her mood this morning was reminiscent of the way she'd given in to her fiance a few days prior to their wedding day.
She'd awakened feeling deliciously naughty. It might be nasty but it was awful nice! she'd thought then, yawning and stretching luxuriously before she'd gotten out of bed, and all the rest of the day she'd been tickled pink with herself for being so sinful and daring as to actually fornicate with her intended before their wedding day.
That day was long forgotten by now, of course, but the emotions it'd aroused in the teenaged Eunice had remained locked away in the back of her mind and, without knowing why or remembering the day itself, Eunice, now a young grandmother of forty-six, was feeling pretty much the same way after having seen her daughter engaging in an illicit sex act.
She felt fresh and vivacious and wondered why, this morning of all mornings, she should have awakened more bright and cheerful and totally alive than she'd felt in perhaps twenty-some-odd years.
Impulsively Eunice pushed back her coffee cup, got up and went to look in on her daughter.
Becky was sound asleep on her back, her legs slightly parted and her arms outspread. She was completely nude. Evidently she'd kicked off the covers during the night, because they were bunched at the foot of the bed.
A smile played over Eunice's face as she stood beside the bed looking down at her grown child. She thought of covering her up but didn't. Even as a little girl Becky had slept in the nude, claiming that any kind of clothing, even a pair of panties, bothered her when she was trying to sleep.
But she wasn't a little girl now. Far from it. Becky was a truly beautiful young woman. The loose, natural curls of her lustrous, honey-blonde hair lay on the pillow in a sunburstlike effect framing the delicate features of her finely chiselled femininely lovely face. The sight of her full, sensuous lips made Eunice recall the scene she'd witnessed in the living room last night. In her mind's eye, she could almost see Becky's red lips clinging to the young man's phallus, skimming rhythmically up and down his shaft as she sucked him off.
Just thinking about it caused Eunice to shiver with a surge of sensual discomfort. Suddenly she was being pulled in two different directions again. One part of her demanded that she shake Becky awake and give her hell for doing such a perverted thing; the other part of her felt more like stealing a kiss from the guilty-of-cocksucking lips of her peacefully sleeping daughter. Eunice did neither. She merely hugged herself in the frustration of her indecision.
For a moment she stood there admiring the flawless skin and perfect proportions of Becky curvaceous body, then she moved down to the foot of the bed and looked up between her long gracefully tapering legs.
Becky's pussy had a pouty, perpetually hungry look about it. Its labia majora were fuller than Eunice's, and they had a coral rather than brownish hue to them. Several tendrils of surrounding pubic hair, a shade darker than Becky's honey-blonde tresses, were stuck to her groin with a mixture of dried male and female sexual secretions.
Again Eunice shivered. Although she hadn't seen her daughter having intercourse with the strapping young man, she'd heard their pleasured outcries faintly and could visualize that huge prick of his thrusting in and out of Becky's elated mound. It'd surely happened, for the dried cum on her crotch left no doubt that she'd been screwed.
Becky, you're a shameless hussy, Eunice said to herself. I know full well that I ought to take a belt to you. So why, damn it to hell, do I feel like hugging you instead of punishing you for the despicably immoral way you carried on last night?!
Just then Buster started barking at the back door and, remembering that she hadn't reminded Reed to feed the seemingly forever hungry Great Dane before she'd sent him off to school, Eunice went to do it herself, although she didn't care for animals and it went against her grain when she had to feed or water this dumb horse of a dog.
Eunice had finished her housework, gone to market, had her lunch and was watching her favorite soap opera on TV when she heard Becky come out of her room and enter the bathroom. The program was over by the time Becky had taken her shower. When her daughter came into the kitchen, looking a bit bleary-eyed and sheepish, Eunice was pouring coffee for both of them.
"Thanks, Mom." Becky slid in on one side of the breakfast nook and lit a cigarette.
"Would you like me to fix you something to eat?"
"Huh-uh, this is fine for now, thanks," Becky said, and picked up her coffee. She took a sip, blew on it and took another. When she noticed her mother was still standing, looking at her with peculiar expression on her face, she glanced up and asked: "Anything wrong?"
Eunice sat down then, across from her daughter. "You tell me," she said, looking Becky directly in the eye.
"Huh-oh," Becky said. "I was afraid we were making too much noise. You heard us, didn't you?"
"I didn't mean to," Eunice lied.
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"Who was the young man?"
"You wouldn't know him," Becky said, and let it at that because she was ashamed to tell her mother that she didn't know Jack's last name. "You're not going to start in on me, are you?"
Eunice said nothing.
"Because I didn't mean for anything like that happen. It just did, that's all."
"You sound like you're proud of it."
Averting her gaze, Becky shook her head. She took a deep drag from her cigarette and exhaled with a sigh. "I'm not proud of it, but I'm not apologizing either. Shit, Mom, what's the use talking about it? You'd never understand in a million years. I couldn't help it, but it won't happen again. Not in your house, at any rate. Let's leave it go at that, okay?"
"All right."
"Huh?" Becky did a double take. She couldn't believe that she was going to get off without least a stern lecture, many of which she'd endured in her teens. But she did, and, to Becky's surprise her mother didn't mention the matter again.
CHAPTER FOUR
They watched TV that evening after Becky left for work. Reed was on and off the couch a dozen times. For the most part, he lay on the floor as eight-year-olds are wont to do, staring at the TV with his elbows in the carpet and his chin cupped in his hands.
"Make up your mind and light some place," Eunice kept telling him.
He wanted popcorn and she told him no. He wanted potato chips and she told him they didn't have any. He wanted a sandwich and she told him absolutely not, reminding him that it'd been his idea for the two of them to go on a diet and try to lose some of their excess weight.
"But I'm hungry!" he finally wailed. "We didn't have no bread or potatoes or no dessert either!"
"No, and we're not going to be having those things for a while. They're too fattening," she said. "We had plenty of vegetables and good, lean meat. Now hush."
But he kept begging for something to eat, and finally she relented up to a point, because he was making her hungry, too.
"All right," she said, getting up out of the recliner that'd been her husband's favorite chair. "I suppose we'll have to let our stomachs shrink gradually, but we're going to be sensible about our snacks from now on."
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.
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This story took place back in 1978 when I was a senior at a two-year college in upstate New York. I lived off campus at the time, and it was my last weekend. It was Saturday afternoon, and I was to graduate the next day in the afternoon. My parents w
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