Jane Tanner
Nanna_s big boy
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.