"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.