CHAPTER ONE
The Light in the Window
I was walking along the beach at dusk one evening just after Labor
Day soaking in the peace and quiet that always comes after the
tourists have left and things return to normal. The solitude was
deafening. Ahead, I looked along a row of seaside homes all closed
up for the winter. The birds were flying south and everything was
in its place.
Then, I saw what appeared to be a light about 5 houses ahead. As
I walked the light became clearer and it was obvious that someone
was still in the house. I thought that I had seen them leave
earlier so I went over and approached to see who was still within.
Since this was the back of the house, and it was protected by large
cedars, it was easy to come close to a window and look into the
room that was lit. I came close as quietly as I could for fear
that there were intruders who were not supposed to be there.
Looking into a large pane along the side protected heavily by the
trees, I saw a mother and daughter, I guessed, talking in the
living room. The window was partially open and I could hear what
they were saying without them hearing or seeing me in return.
"Mother, I just don't know what to do."
"Well, dear.", the mother replied, "I certainly understand how you
feel but we do have the dinner engagement to go to this evening and
you really should be there."
"But mother, I feel so awful. My stomach is churning and upset. I
just don't feel that I should go."
"I can understand that dear, with all the trash food you have been
eating. But you can go to the dinner and simply nibble instead of
eating and still make an appearance."
"Oh mother, you really don't understand. I just can't go to the
dinner."
"What is it I don't understand dear ? You are not making yourself
clear. If your stomach is upset a little Pepto Bismol should fix
that up quickly. You will be fine."
I started to move away from the window thinking this was a small
family problem when the daughter replied.
"Mother, it's more than that. Oh, how do I say it? I haven't gone
to the bathroom for a couple of days and feel all blocked up."
"Oh, is that what is dear? We can fix that up with a little
laxative."
"Mother, everything is simple to you. I know I could take a
laxative but it works when it wants to. I'm afraid it will want to
in the middle of the dinner party. That would be awful."
"I appreciate the problems dear, but there isn't anything
else..unless, well, I guess we could try an old-fashioned
treatment and give you a soapsuds enema. That would certainly work
quickly and you could be OK by the time we were ready to leave."
"An enema, my God MOTHER! That's gross"
"You may think so dear, but a good soapsuds enema would appear to
be the only thing that can solve your problem right now."
"But mom, dad will be home shortly, oh, oh, I'm so embarrassed. I
should never have said anything."
"Now now dear. I'm glad you came to me. You are an adult and can
do as you please and, knowing your problem, I would not force you
to go to the party, but I know you want to go and it seems to be
the only solution. We don't have to worry about your father, he
was called to the city from the course and will not be home until
tomorrow."
"In any event, you tell me what you want me to do," the mother
continued, "but it appears that you need to do something. You need
to decide if you want the laxative, the enema, or even nothing at
all. You make the decision."
"Mother, I hate your enemas. That big red water bag and hose and
everything. The whole thing is GROSS! You gave them to me so often
as a child and they were simply awful. Why sometimes i even
thought I could taste soap afterwards. Oh, what am I going to do?"
She buried her head in her hands and began to cry softly.
Finally, she raised her head again, and said, "OK, I have to go to
the party so I guess your enema idea is the only decision that
makes any real sense."
"All right, then, let's go to the basement so that we have some
privacy. There is a bathroom down there and we won't be bothered
by anyone coming to the door. If we get to it right away,
everything will be done in plenty of time and no one need know
except us."
With that, they left the room and I heard a door opening. Then the
light went on just below the window at which I was standing. I
went down on the ground and peered in.
"All right dear, you go over on the couch and sit for a few minutes
while I get everything ready. It will only take a minute."
"Mother, I, I, changed my mind. Maybe I will take the laxative
and take my chances."
"Now dear, make a firm decision and stick with it. I will give you
a laxative or an enema. If I start giving you an enema, you must
take the whole thing so it will really clean you out. The same is
true of the laxative. What will it be? "
" Oh, this is so hard. I guess..well, all right, you can give me
the enema."
Her mother rose from the couch and went to a cabinet near the door
to the bathroom. She took out a long red box and went into the
bathroom toward the sink. From the tilt of the mirror over the
sink, I could see everything she was doing.
She turned on the water taps in the sink and felt the water as it
warmed. You could see a small amount of steam begin to rise as the
water warmed. Then she took the box and removed the cover. Inside
was a large red bag, like the one my own mother has hanging on our
bathroom door, and a red hose with a black enema tip on the end,
She too them from the box and placed them on the sink.
Testing the water again, she put the red bag under the tap and
began to fill it with water. When it mostly full, she took some
liquid soap that was by the sink and squirted some into the top of
the bag. She took the hose and screwed it onto the opening of the
bag, closed the metal clamp, shook the bag to mix the soap and
opened the clamp as she raised the bag. A small amount of fluid
escaped from the tip of the hose.
Taking the bag and hose over her arm, she went back into the room
where her daughter was sitting on the couch.
"All right, we are ready now. You better get undressed and lay
down on the couch over this towel." She gave her a towel from the
rack in the bathroom.
"Mother, is all this necessary?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so, dear, it is. Now get undressed. You can
leave your bra and panties on."
With that the daughter began to slip out of her jeans and blouse.
That revealed a fantastic set of tits encased in brief lacy bra and
a great ass with very brief bikini panties.
"Now dear, lie down on the couch on your left side. No, better
yet, why not on the couch on your knees. Yes, I think that is
better. "
The daughter got up on the couch on her knees with her ass facing
me in the window.
"Now please slip your panties down and stay on your knees but bend
over, spread your legs slightly, and put your head on the couch. "
When she did that, and spread her legs, I could see her pussy
clearly outlined and her ass.
"I am going to put some lubricant on your rectum so that the tube
will go in easily dear.. When I tell you, take a deep breath and
let it out as forcefully as you can."
Her mother placed the red enema bag down on the couch and put one
hand on her daughter's ass. With the other hand she took some
vaseline from a jar nearly and put a large gob on her finger. Then
she took her right hand and spread her daughter's ass cheeks to
reveal her asshole.
"All right, dear, take a deep breath and hold it. " The daughter
did. "Now let is out as forcefully as you can. A sudden rush of
air was heard as the daughter exhaled deeply. At the same time,
the mother inserted her finger quickly into her daughter's ass.
"Oh, mother" the daughter exclaimed.
"I can see why you are backed up young lady. This is a fairly big
enema and the soapsuds should get everything moving and solve your
problem. Yes, but I believe it will probably take all of it just
to get things moving."
The mother pulled her finger out and wiped it with a tissue and
just as quickly replaced the finger with the enema tube.
Then she took the red bag and hooked it along a lamp hook from the
ceiling so that the enema would flow. Without a word she opened
the clamp on the hose.
"Mom, I can feel it going in. It's so hot and I am beginning to
get a cramp."
"It will feel a bit uncomfortable darling, but that is why
everything works. I will slow it down for a short time and you
take some deep breaths." The bag was only about half empty.
"Mother, this is so embarrassing. The cramps are going away I
guess. Is it almost done?
"Yes dear, just a little bit more." With that, she took the bag
off the hook, held it even higher and began to squeeze it to drain
what was left. Finally, it was all gone and she closed the clamp
and removed the tube. Her daughter quickly got up and went to the
bathroom.
I could hear the water coming out with a loud gush. It seemed that
it had really worked. I was going to leave when I looked into the
mirror and saw that the daughter had her hand over her pussy and
was fucking herself with a finger with an odd expression on her
face. Then she wiped her ass with paper and came back into the
room. She still had on no panties and I could easily see her
pussy.
During this time, her mother waited on the couch. The red bag was
there, the tube coiled over it with some paper covering the tip.
The daughter came in and sat down.
"Mom, that was some enema. Everything came out so quickly. You
really did a good job."
"A good, hot soapsuds enema does work like nothing else, that's for
sure. You don't remember your grandmother, but she was a real
master in the art. When she gave you an enema, and she gave then
to us often, you know something had happened."
"Why one time, she cleaned me out so well with two of her hot
soapsuds enemas, I swear that I tasted soap for days afterward. In
fact, every time we stayed home from school sick, we knew that a
big, hot soapsuds and water enema with mother's red bag was coming
after everybody had left. You continued to get them each morning
and afternoon until you went back to school. She believed that
keeping you cleaned out helped to get you well faster. Those soapy
enemas sure kept us clean."
"None of your aunts and uncles ever wanted to be sick. We went to
school unless we were really ill. She kept that enema bag on the
door of the bathroom for everybody to see. In fact, that enema bag
I just used on you was your grandmother's"
"Do you feel better, now, dear?", her mother asked.
"Yes, but could we talk about it for a moment, the enema I mean?"
The girl sat down on the couch next to her mother. The enema bag
was between them.
"Of course, what is your question?"
"Well..ah..I don't know how to say it...well..ah"
"What is it dear, we are alone. There is nothing to be embarrassed
about."
"Well, that is..ah...could you, I mean..would you, well...ah..oh,
give me another big enema?"
"Whatever...?"
"Oh Mom, you remember when I was a little girl and would eat apples
over in the orchard and came home with a belly ache, ...you...you
know, and, ah...well, ah.... you took me to the bathroom, scolded
me and gave me a big enema over your knee. Sometimes, I even got
a spanking. Oh, you know..ah.. just like then?"
"I don't understand dear, I thought you hated enemas?"
"Well I do, I guess. I mean, yes..no..oh..I guess I have a
confession to make. When you gave me those enemas, I knew you loved
me in a special way and I..well..ah..just knew you loved me. I
always wanted that love and I even..ah..tried..ah..to give them to
myself. It just didn't work well. I always wanted to say
something to you about it but I was scared..ah..I mean..ah...well,
I thought you would think I was wierd, or something. Those enemas
made me feel so warm and loved, well..ah..I..ah..guess..I just
..ah..loved.ah...them and..ah you."
"Oh, is that it? I always wondered who was doing that. It became
obvious that someone was experimenting with a wet bag and hose on
the door all the time. I thought it was your brother. I even gave
him an enema a couple of times to try to cure him of the problem.
He always claimed it was not him but i didn't believe him.
When you got them, you usually kicked up such a fuss that I never
suspected you. You were usually so full of apples and I got so mad
about it that I just never thought about you being the culprit. I
did usually give you a spanking or at least a scolding for eating
them and knew you didn't like them."
"Sorry mom, it was me. I just never knew how to tell you. When I
started my periods, and you offered them as a means to stop my
cramps, i was in heaven and you thought they were normal."
"Please mom, would you do it for me..ah..just like then?"
"I don't know. This is all so amazing. I just don't know what to
say. You really only needed the one enema. But, I guess in this
case since you feel so strongly another would be OK. But this
can't happen all the time. Let me go get ready and you sit here
for a moment."
Her mother went back to the bathroom, prepared another enema and
returned. This one seemed to have even more soap and more hot
water. The bag was really full. This time, she removed her skirt
and was dressed only in her slip and bra. I could see that she had
large, wonderful breasts and was wearing no panties through the
sheer slip. She seemed to be wearing a garter belt or something
that held up her stockings.
Her mother came in to sit down on the couch and placed a towel over
her lap. She put the red enema bag back on the hook on the lamp
with the tube hanging down to the couch.
"Get over here young lady. You deserve a big, soapsuds enema and
are going to get it now!" Her voice had changed and was much
deeper. She shook her finger in the air as the daughter came over
to her.
"Get over my lap on this towel. You have been a very bad girl.
You deserve a big hot soapy enema for everything you have been
doing and are going to get the cleaning out of your life this
instant."
"Please mom, don't give me another enema. I changed my mind. "
"Not on your life. With everything you told me just now, I know
this big, hot soapsuds enema is just what you need and want. You
just get over my lap and we'll see how much you need another one.
Get over here right now."
The daughter did as she was told. Her mother took more vaseline
and told her to take another deep breath as before and quickly
inserted a finger in her ass. She was obviously moving it around
in her ass. This time, she did not take it out right away. In
short order, she pushed another one up her ass and moved them both
around.
"You need another good hot soapy enema badly, young lady. There is
a still lot of turd up there that needs removing." With that she
took the tube and pushed it up her daughter's ass. She quickly
opened the clamp let the water run.
In a short time, the daughter started to move around on her
mother's lap. "Mother, it's going in very fast. It feels
different, almost as if...oh my god...mother, I am getting a
different feeling..I don't know..."
Her mother began to spank her daughter's ass hard with her hand.
The daughter shrieked out with obvious pain. At the same time, she
reached down with one hand and began to caress her own pussy. She
was moving about on her mother's lap as if she was coming. The
enema was going in fast now--very fast. The mother continued to
slap her ass periodically.
The daughter cried out. Her mother reached down to her daughter's
pussy and began to rub it very fast. The enema was almost in.
With her other hand, the mother took the enema tube and began to
push it in and out of her daughter's ass like she was fucking it
with the tube. In a very short time, the daughter screamed from an
orgasm that would have awakened the whole neighborhood, if anyone
were still around. The enema was done. The mother pulled out the
tube and the daughter ran to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the daughter sat on the toilet and expelled all
the water. In a short time, her mother also entered the bathroom
and began to rinse off the enema equipment and hung it on the towel
rack to dry.
"Oh mom, I am so embarrassed. I never thought it would affect me
that way. I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about dear. More than once as I was
growing up an enema affected me the same way. Your grandmother
just never realized it. Besides she gave us those enemas so
frequently that it was more of a chore with her than anything
else."
"Thanks for being you mom. And for understanding. If I ever need
an enema again, I won't be afraid to ask. Do you think I am really
cleaned out now? Will I need another one?"
"I think we'll make that decision after we get home from the party,
dear, but knowing you, and the way you eat, your condition will
probably be even worse. We should be home by 11:30 and we'll make
the decision then. If I were you and wanted to avoid another one,
I would go easy on the food this evening at the party. Otherwise,
you can expect another even larger one when we get home. Now, why
don't you get in the shower so that we can get ready to go to the
party."
The daughter stood up from the toilet and pulled aside the shower
curtain. She turned on the water and felt the stream to be sure
that it was not too hot and quickly stepped in. In short order she
was soaping herself and engrossed in her shower. Her mother looked
over and smiled and then dressed and went upstairs. I slipped away
unnoticed.
Chapter Two
Going Home
I kept on thinking about what I had seen and heard all the way
along the beach as I went toward home. My mind was all mixed up.
Why had I stayed to listen? More importantly, why and how did a
mother giving her daughter an enema give me excitement? Excitement
over and above the sight of her incredible body. Never in my
nearly 16 years did these things together concern me as they did
tonight.
Sure my mother had given me enemas. And often when I was a child.
She still hung the big red bag and hose with the black tip on the
back of the bathroom door. Every once in while It would fall off
the hook, particularly the hose, and I would pick it up to put it
back. The rubber smelled but was soft and the black tip was big
with a bulb on the end, in fact it seemed bigger than the one the
lady had used.
My mother had stopped giving me frequent enemas when I was about
thirteen, although I did receive them occasionally after that.
Prior to that I had an almost constant time with constipation.
Enemas were frequent then, usually at least once a week.
I still remember what I think was the first time. I was about four
years old and was in bed with a cold. I had been in bed about
three days and my mother was concerned. She called the doctor who
came to house and examined me. I heard the doctor and my mother
talking in the corridor afterwards. He told her that the cold was
nothing to worry about but that a soapsuds enema was probably best
to be sure the system stayed normal. I didn't know what he meant.
Later, my mother came into my room and sat down by my bed and put
her hand on my forehead to check and see if I had a temperature.
"How are you feeling, darling? You still feel warm."
"Better mom. Could I have some water?"
"Ok, but come to the bathroom for it. The doctor wants you to have
some medicine for your cold as well." I got up and went with her
to the family bathroom.
The bathroom was a large one with a tub in one corner and a toilet
along the center wall with a sink. Along the other wall were some
overhead cabinets and two low hampers for soiled clothes
underneath. In the corner was the washer and dryer.
"Darling, the doctor told me that he wants you to have an good
soapsuds enema." I didn't know what she meant but, as I looked
around the room, hanging from the handle to the cabinet door was a
big red bag with a hose coming out from the bottom. The hose was
a long red one with some kind of tin clamp near the end and
something black on the very end. The hose and tube were coiled
over the handle.
"Come over here, dear", my mother continued, "and take off your
pajama bottoms. Then you can lie on your stomach over my lap." I
did as I was told.
My mother had her dress up and a towel over her lap. I lay over
the towel as she began to rub my ass cheeks.
"This may feel uncomfortable, but it will help make you better."
with that she took one hand and separated my ass cheeks and I felt
her finger on my ass with something wet. Then I felt a finger go
in. Quickly, I also felt something else and then could feel the
water as I heard the clamp snap. My insides felt warm and I could
smell Ivory Soap.
The enema was over very fast and I went to the toilet. Mother
washed the bag and hose and hung it on the bathroom door. That's
where I had seen it before. The enema made me go to the bathroom
in a great rush as I could feel shit and water come out.
I came out of my daydream as I approached the house because I could
hear mother calling. Since father had died in the war several
years before, mother and I were alone now. She looked to me for
many of the things that father would normally do so I stayed pretty
close to the house.
"Where have you been dear, I have been calling for over half and
hour?", my mother said as I came into the house.
"No place special mom, just walking along the beach."
"Well then, why not go wash your hands and get ready for supper.
It's almost ready."
"All right, I'll be right back."
With that, I went to the bathroom to wash. In the mirror I could
see the enema bag and hose hanging. I dried my hands and went over
to it at the closed door. I had just touched it when I realized
that it was wet--it had recently been used. This excited me even
more as my mind flashed to my mother doing it to herself.
suddenly, I had an erection and had to wait in the bathroom for it
to subside.
I began to think back again to a time that I was about 8. My
cousin Alice, who was five years older than me, was staying with us
and came home from school with a temperature. My aunt put her to
bed and called the doctor. After she hung up the phone, she went
to my cousin's room and sat by the bed.
"The doctor says there is a bug going around and you probably
caught it. It will take a day or two for it to pass so I guess you
will be staying home from school. We better take of it quickly
before you get worse. Come to the bathroom, I think we better give
you a good soapsuds enema. That should keep the system clear and
will make you feel better."
"Oh mom, do we have to do that."
"You know my rules, young lady. If you are sick enough to stay
home, you probably also need a good cleaning out. A good soapsuds
enema is the best thing for you. Even the doctor says that."
"Mom, that old quack prescribes enemas for everything. Besides,
we're at Aunt Jane's."
"Don't talk like that, Alice. You would think an enema was the end
of the world. It's just a little soap and water to help you go to
the bathroom. Aunt Jane certainly understands, BIlly gets them
when he needs them and I'm sure she won't mind if we use her enema
bag."
"Mom, I don't need to go to the bathroom. I just went a few
minutes ago."
"Never mind, young lady. Mother knows best. Now get to the
bathroom." My cousin got out of bed and followed her mother to the
bathroom. They thought no one was home. I went closer to the door
to hear. I could hear the bag and hose banging as Aunt Jane took
it off the hook on the door. Then, I looked through the keyhole in
the door. My cousin was sitting on one of the low hampers near the
toilet. Aunt Jane was at the sink running water. She filled up
the enema bag and screwed on the hose. Then she hung it on a hook
on the closet door.
"All right, we're ready. Come over here,over my lap.", she told my
cousin as she put a towel over her lap. Alice came over to my aunt
and raised her nightgown as she lay over her lap. Her ass was
facing me.
Aunt Jane took some vaseline and placed her finger on my cousin's
asshole and began to push her finger into my Alice's ass. Then she
slid the tube alongside the finger and it was in also. Finally,
she took her finger out and wiped it with tissue.
"we're going to start." with that she opened the clamp. Just as
she did I lost my footing and slipped. I banged the door slightly
and my aunt looked in the direction of the door. She quickly
turned back and finished the enema. As it was almost done, she
took the bag off the hook and raised it higher. My cousin was
crying and nearly screaming for her to take it out. It was done.
My aunt closed the clamp and took out the tube. She put the bag
and hose in the sink and Alice went to the toilet. It got up to
leave as she was beginning to get rid of the water. I went to my
room real fast. I was just ducking into the door as my aunt came
out. Safe.
"Come on dinner's ready." I could hear my mother as I came out of
the haze. My erection had mostly subsided.
"OK mom, be right there." I left the bathroom and went to the
kitchen for dinner.
I think my mother sensed that something was different in my
expression this evening because she quickly asked if everything was
all right. I answered that it was and started to eat my dinner but
kept on thinking about the girl getting an enema and also my mother
doing it to herself.
"Mom, why do you still keep the enema bag hanging on the bathroom
door" I suddenly blurted out without thinking.
"Whatever brought up that subject? You have some of the strangest
ideas for conversation" my mother replied.
"Oh, nothing."
"Nothing yourself. Something is the matter, I have sensed it since
you came in but what in the world have you been thinking about
today if you suddenly ask about enemas. You haven't even had one
for a couple of years. I'm surprised you even remember them."
"It's really nothing mom, I just wondered, that's all"
"You finish your dinner and we will finish the discussion after
dinner." With that, she went back to her meal and I continued to
pick at mine. It seemed like an eternity went by as I knew we
would have to continue the discussion whether I wanted to or not.
My mother was single-minded when she was concerned or interested.
She didn't say anything directly after dinner but waited until we
had sat down to watch the evening news before she brought it up
again.
"Ok", she started, "now what is this about the enemas? where did
you ever get the idea on something like that? Well, I am waiting?"
"Well, I...ah..that is..ah..well..you see."
"Come on now, what's this all about ?"
""Ah..well..I haven't..ah..well..you know..been going to..the
bathroom real good that past couple of days and I..ah..remembered
you..that is..ah..I remember you used to give them to me as a kid."
"OH, is that all..How on earth did you remember that?"
"Well, you do keep the enema bag on the door. I came in to wash my
hands and sat down to try to go to the bathroom and saw it on the
door."
My mother looked at me curiously and then continued to read her
paper for a few minutes.
"Jim, how long has it been since you last had a bowel movement ?",
she asked as she finally looked up from the paper.
"Oh, I guess about 3 days." My voice trailed off.
Mother came over to sit beside me on the couch. "Are you feeling
all right otherwise. You haven't had these problems in several
years. I thought you had outgrown them."
"I'm OK mom, I just feel backed up, that's all."
"I think I better call the doctor."
"No mom, I'm OK. Everything will probably be all right tomorrow."
"well, I think we better no take chances. Why not go to your room
and lie down for a while."
"OK mom." I got up and left. Went to my room, turned on the TV
and started to read a book.
A while later, I heard mom going down the corridor and enter the
bathroom. She closed the door. A minute or two later, I heard the
door open again and thought I could smell soap. She walked out and
right into my room carrying the red enema bag on her arm.
"Jim, I think we had better get you cleaned out right away with a
good soapsuds enema. You know how you used to be. I don't want
you to be feeling badly."
"Oh, mom, do you really think this is all necessary. I'm really
sorry I said anything."
"No, I am glad you did. This enema should make you feel better
right away. Now turn over and drop your pants."
I did as she asked and she came over to the bed and dropped the bag
and hose on the bed. Then she took axtube of vaseline that she had
and spread some on her fingers. Then she reached for my ass cheek
and separated it and ran her finger up my ass. I heard herpick up
the bag and the ckick of the tube clamp. It was going in and it
was hot.
Later that Evening.
My room is on the second floor of the house and faces away from the
living room. About eleven I went out the window and climbed slowly
down the trellis that used to have roses and went off down the lane
toward the house I was at earlier. I got to the house just as the
lady and her daughter were coming into the drive. They went into
the house quickly and closed the door. The lights went on in the
living room and, through the window, I could seem them come in and
sit down.
"Mom, that was some party. All the people and food and everything.
Too bad dad wasn't able to be here."
"Yes, it was a good time," her mom said, as she sat next to her
daughter on the couch. "You certainly had a good time. You would
never know that you had a 'problem' earlier. How do you feel now?"
"I feel great, I think. Those enemas really worked. My stomach
ache is mostly gone. i did stay away from most of the fod, though,
just in case..oh..you know."
"Yes, ydo did do well. I think that it is time for bed now. How
about you?"
"Oh, i thought i might..well.stay up for a while. Do you think we
could..well..talk for a while..if you..don't mind."
"Sure, what would you like to talk about."
"Well, this is..ah..really..ah..hard. But I'd sorta like to talk
about..ah..well..earlier..this evening if you..ah..don't mind."
"OK, the floor is yours."
"Well..ah..this is.ah...really.well.you know..really hard."
"Then let me start. You wonder how I feel about your confession on
the enemas and how you felt after them. Is that right?"
"Yeah..I..ah.guess that it. After all, those feelings came out
with the enemas. I felt that you really loved me to give them to
me. I always loved you but..ah..it just seems that..well..getting
an enema is something special between us..you know..real love."
"Samantha, an enema is a perfectly normal way to solve a problem
with constipation. I grew up in a family that used them
frequently. As i said to you earlier, your grandmother thought
they solved everything. For me they even solved some early needs
to feel,well, what sex was like. You experienced that this
evening. Many young women have that feeling. That's why it is not
good to get them frequently. You begin to associate them with
sex."
"Is that bad?"
"No, not necessarily. many men and women use them as a part of
sex. For a man, particularly, the water entering gives them an
erection and they do much better at sex."
"Wow, do women get the same feelings?"
"Yes, sometimes, just as you did this evening."
"Well..uh..then, if they are not harmful and..ah..they give you
good..ah feelings..why are they bad?"
"Enemas are not bad when used as they are intended. They even help
in some cases to arouse a person to want to have sex. You should
never think of them as bad. But they should not be used too often
or the person will become dependent on them."
"I think I understand now. But i still think that they show a
special love between us, don't you?"
"Darling, love is expressed in many ways. If getting a hot,
soapsuds enema makes you feel better and feel loved, then they are
good for you. I will be happy to give them to you if you want."
"Thanks mom, just one more question. When you were giving them to
me and you put your finger in my vagina as I was coming, how did
you feel?"
"I thought you might ask that question. Sometimes women feel more
comfortable expressing themselves and acting out their fantasies
with other women. Some people call that lesbianism, or the love of
women by women. Other just feel that occasionally they express
themselves to anyone else and they need help. You were beginning
to get feelings of sex this evening and I just helped you along.
That's not bad. A woman should be proud of her body and be willing
to share it when necessary. You are my daughter. When you were a
baby you got your milk from my breasts before you got a bottle.
That is the love between a mother and child. Sometimes a mother
does other things for her child, like an enema when they are sick."
"Oh mom, I love you.", Samantha said as she moved over closer to
her mother and snuggled her head in her mothers breasts. They both
sat there for a long time just caressing each other as a mother and
daughter.
Finally, her mother moved slightly and began to caress her
daughters leg as she kissed her lightly on the cheek. She moved
her hand up and down her daughter's leg and then up under her
dress. Samantha arched her body as her mother came closer to her
daughters pussy. At the same time, Samantha began to move her hand
over her mother's dress and moved the top down so that her breast
was visible. She sucked softly on mer mother's breast for several
second. In a few moments, she moved her head over to her mother's
ear.
"Mom, please give me another enema. I need it right now."
"I thought you would," her mother said as they moved apart and
stood up. "Let's go do it now.
They left the room and the light went on dowstairs. I moved to the
window behind the bushes.
Samantha went over to the couch and took of her clothes. This time
she removed everything. Her mother went to the bathroom and came
back quickly with the enema bag over her arm. She was dressed only
in a thin house dress that allowed the light to shine through.
Samantha rolled over on the couch and her mother quickly shoved
first her finger and then the enema tube up her ass. The water
sarted to flow. Her mother hung the bag on the lamp and rolled
Samantha over on her back. When she did, she bagan to caress
Samantha's breats and legs and finally began to insert a finger in
Samantha's pussy. The daughter arced her back and was obviously
enjoying the whole thing.
With the enema about half done, the mother sat down on the couch
and samantha lay face down on her mother's lap. With the tube
still in, her mother began to spank Samantha hard on the ass.
Samantha screamed, but it sounded more of a scream of delight
rather than pain. her mother continued to push her finger in and
out of Samantha's pussy and then started doing the same with the
enema tube.
Finally, the bag was all in. The spanking ended in a loud moan by
Samantha. her mother removed the tube but continued to furiously
push her finger in and out. Then she stopped.
Samantha ran for the bathroom and soon shit was puring into the
toilet. Her mother collected the enema equipment and entered the
bathroom.
"Was that what you wanted, Sam?, her mother asked.
"Oh, yes, mom. That was great. Thank you."
They both sat on the couch with her mother's arm around them.
Samantha snuggled close to her mother and again drew close to her
breast. This timer, her mother loosened her dress and reached for
her breast which Samantha began to suck. Her mother caressed her
back and then moved her hand down toward her thighs. Her hand
gradually began to move toward Samantha's pussy and finally one
finger then two began to enter.
Without a word, her mother rose from the couch and pulled her dress
over her head. She was naked underneath the shift dress. Samantha
also took off her clothes and then they sat back on the couch and
resumed their petting in earnest. Samantha moved over and kissed
her mother on the cheek and then on the lips. The first kiss moved
into another and they kissed deeply as Samantah's mother's hand
moved back to her pussy. Samantha did the same and they were both
fingering each other.
The next day was Saturday. We always sleep in. I got up around
nine and went to the bathroom and there, on the door was the wet
bag and hose from the night before. It still smelled of soap. I
washed my face and went down to breakfast.
Mom was in the kitchen making ham and eggs at the stove as I came
in and sat down.
"Well now, how about breakfast, you must be hungry."
"As a matter of fact," I said, as I thought about the bag and hose
in the bathroom, " I actually have an upset stomach and don't
really want very much."
"That's odd. After that big soapy enema you got last night you
would think there wouldn't be very much left up there to cause an
upset stomach. If you don't want anything to eat, why not go lie
down on the couch."
"Ok, mom , that's a good idea," I said as I left.
About an hour later, mom came in and sat on her chair. For the
first time, I began to think of her as a woman as well as my
mother. I noticed her large breasts and slim body. She was only
35 years old and still looked as good as the girls downtown. SHE
Sat down to read the paper and her dress hiked up a bit as she
twisted get comfortable in the chair.
With the paper in front of her she could not see that my eyes had
travelled to her legs and up to her knees. Her legs were slightly
apart and I could see up her dress to her thighs. Then she shifted
again and I could see her crotch. She wore no panties and her
pussy was plainly visible. Then the paper rustled and I closed my
eyes as she moved the paper to look down at me.
I guess it was about 30 minutes later that she finished reading the
paper and got up to leave the room. She walked toward the bathroom
and went in. I heard the toilet flush and the water run for a few
moments. I got up from the couch and went to my room. As I was
passing the bathroom, I heard my mom call out.
"Everything OK, dear."
"Yes mom, just thought I'd go to my room for a while."
"How's your upset stomach."
"Still there, I think."
"All right, then, take it easy."
I went into my room and sat down to read. A few seconds later, mom
came in. She had the full enema bag in her hand and a jar of
vaseline in the other.
"Perhaps that enema last night wasn't enough. You might be coming
down with something. I better give you another good hot soapy one
just to be sure."
I noticed that she had changed into a robe, perhaps she was going
to take a shower or something. It was unusual.
"All right, then, get undressed and roll onto your left side on the
bed."
I got undressed and did as she told. She moved toward me and put
the enema bag down on the bed and took the jar of vaseline, opened
the cover and took out a large blob on her finger and came close to
me. She pulled down my shorts and raised one of my ass cheeks and
moved her finger to my asshole. With a single push, in it went and
she moved it around for a few seconds.
"Better get you well-lubricated so that the tube goes in easily."
She continued to move it around and hit on a bump in there that she
started to rub. Then she pulled it out and replaced it with the
tube. My prick began to harden. I hoped she wouldn't notice. I
could hear the snap of the clamp as the enema started to go in. He
was holding it high in her right hand.
"Does it feel OK, dear," mom asked. She began to rub my stomach
with her left hand. "This should help it go in easier." She
continued to rub in circles and went lower. I hope she doesn't
discover my prick.
She did.
"What have we here? Is the enema getting you excited? Well, I
guess you are old enough to get those feelings. It will be over
soon."
My head turned slightly and I noticed that mom was hanging over the
bed and, through the robe I could see that she wasn't wearing
anything underneath. The robe was open slightly and her large
breasts were clearly visible. She had her hand in the bottom of
her robe and seemed to be stroking her pussy. I turned away so
that she wouldn't know I had looked.
Finally the enema was in and the bag was empty. I started to get
up and turned toward mom. She had pulled out the tube and put it
and the bag on the end of the bed.
"You know, honey, I saw you looking at my breasts. No one has seen
them since you father left a long time ago. I'm still young and
have feelings...and.." she began to weep softly and sat down next
to me on the bed. "You are so young but have such a
large....no..this is not right..oh...you have such a large prick
and I....well..I need...it.." With that, she took off her robe and
she was naked. I wanted to get up to get rid of the enema. She
pushed me back on the bed and put her hands on my prick and began
to stroke it softly.
"I really need you. I know it's wrong but I need you. " She
seemed to be talking to my prick more than me. Then she got up and
moved onto the bed and sat astride me, lifted herself up and
quickly sat right down on my prick.. I could feel her wetness and
the warmth inside her. She began to move up and down on my prick
in rapid strokes.
"Oh, This feels so good! I'm..co..om..ing." She moved in rapid
gyrations up and down my prick and grabbed her tits furiously as
she swayed back and forth. I could see from her eyes that she was
in some kind of trance. I came quickly myself as my prick spewed
wave after wave of come into her body. Soon, she was spent and lay
down over me in a sort of rest.
She fell asleep on my bed. I got up long enough to get rid of my
enema and climbed back into bed. I lay there for a few minutes
thinking about what had happened. Just as I started to doze off,
mom moved over and snuggled close to me. I buried my head in her
breasts and began to suck slowly on one as we both dozed off.
Another Day
"Well, you certainly outdid yourself this evening, young lady",
said the mother.
"Well, I...That is.. ah..."
"Never mind the excuses. Just yesterday, you said that you didn't
feel well before we left for dinner and I gave you those enemas to
solve that problem. You go to dinner tonight and eat like you
haven't in a week. Everything in sight."
"Oh, mom. I feel just fine."
"Get down those stairs. We'll see how well you feel."
With that, the daughter and mother went down to the basement where
they had been earlier in the evening. The daughter went over and
sat down on the couch. The mother entered and went right to the
bathroom.
"Get that dress off and lay face down on the couch, young lady."
The daughter quickly took off her dress and was standing there in
only her panty hose. She had no bra under the dress and no panties
under the pantyhose.
"Take off the pantyhose", her mother added as she turned from the
cabinet with a rubber glove on her hand, the pink kind that you do
dishes with. In her other hand was a tube of something that she
had begun to put on the fingers of the glove.
She moved over to the couch where her daughter lay face down. She
sat on the couch just below her daughter's ass and moved her ass
cheeks apart with one hand while she placed one of the gloved
fingers on her daughter's ass.
"We'll see alright how well you are doing." As she spoke she
literally shoved the finger up her daughter's ass and moved it in
and around.
"Just as I thought, full of shit. You certainly need another one
of those big soapsuds enemas young lady." She removed the pink
gloved hand and pushed a finger of the glove in front of her nose.
The shit on the glove was obvious.
"You stay right there. I'll get everything ready to really clean
you out this time." With that, her mother went to the bathroom and
took the enema bag and hose off the towel hook where she had hung
it and began to run the water. If it was possible, it seemed to be
even hotter than before. She squirted a lot of soap into the bowl
of the sink and shortly began to fill the bag with a large glass
that was by the sink.
"Mother, please...don't give me another enema," the daughter began
to cry softly as it was obvious that she was about to be violated.
"Shut up in there and get on the couch", her mother replied. She
now had the bag full and was running water through the tube.
The mother came out with the bag in hand. This time, she put a
large cover over the couch that lloked like a rubber sheet. it
covered the whole couch.
"All right, get up on your hands and knees and get your head on the
pillow" She moved to do so and her mother came right in and shoved
the tube up her ass without any warning. The enema bag was hung on
the hook from the lamp and the clamp was released. The enema
seemed to go in very quickly. The daughter moved her hand to her
pussy. She began to stroke her clit furiously.
"This should teach you not to make a fool of yourself."
"Oh. mom, I'm getting cramps."
"Stop whining like a baby. You deserve this enema and the soap and
water is going to clean you out good this time. You should have
thought of the consequences before you stuffed yourself like a
pig."
The enema went in quickly and was soon over. Instead of getting
right up and going to the bathroom, the daughter rolled over on her
side with her head toward the couch and held her stomach. Her
mother pulled out the tube and took bag and hose to the bathroom
where she put them in the sink.
Then a weird thing happened. The daughter stayed on the couch and
her mother began to undress in the bathroom. She removed her dress
and slip and was down to a very brief pair of panties and a
strapless bra which barely encased her large tits. Both were
black. She was also wearing a black lacy garter belt which held up
her stockings.
After undressing, she came out of the bathroom and went to the
closet. She rummaged about for a few seconds and came out with
another belt and a large object that appeared to look like a prick.
She attached the prick to the belt and put on the belt as she came
over to her daughter.
"Oh no, what's that mother?", the daughter wailed as she saw what
was happening and the big prick-like thing on the belt coming
toward her.
"Get over the arm of the couch."
"Please mother...."
She moved slowly to get over the large arm at the end of the couch.
Her mother was smearing some of the vaseline on the prick as she
came closer. She moved toward her daughter and was finally right
behind her. She separated the daughter's ass cheeks and began to
push on the prick. I could barely see, but it looked like...she
was shoving the prick up her daughter's ass.
"Oh mom, not there. It hurts. I have to go. Please don't do it to
me this way.
"Feels bad, does it. This is not a very large prick. You must
have had larger ones up there by now. You're going to take this
and like it. Besides, with all that soap and water up there it
should go in easily. I should have thought of giving you enemas
before this. This prick is the same one I use on your father when
he deserves it. he needs a prick up his ass now and then to remind
him of his place. " With that, she pushed hard and the prick
disappeared into her daughter's ass.
The mother started moving the prick in and out of her daughter's
ass and, at the same time, began to massage her own tits as she
moved her pelvis. The daughter was furiously frigging herself at
the same time. Both came in a frenzy in short order. I had never
seen anything like it my life.
"Well bitch, that should teach you to fuck around with your mother.
Had enough?'
"Y..e..ss. PLEASE take it out, it hurts."
Her mother eased the prick out of her ass and the daughter rushed
quickly for the bathroom. She began to expel the enema just as she
reached the toilet. Her mother came in to join her still wearing
the prick and belt.
"I guess that will teach you not to screw around with me. Do it
again and you will get more of the same and not so gently. Perhaps
one of these days I might let your father fuck that tight ass of
yours just like he does mine. What do you think of that?"
"Please mom, what you do to me is one thing but dad must never
know, Ok?"
"Well then, do what you're told and he need not know. Now finish
shitting and get back out there. You're going to service me before
we go to bed."
"All right mom, be right out."
A few moments later the daughter came back out of the toilet. Her
mother had taken off her bra, garter belt and panties and was lying
on the couch.
"Come over here."
"Coming mom."
"You might not but I sure will. You'll do this right or you will
be getting enemas until you float away. " The daughter mounted her
mom with her mom's head at her pussy and her own pussy over her
mom's head. Her mother quickly pushed a finger in her daughter's
pussy and began to frig her. The daughter began to kiss her
mother's legs and stomach and finally began to lick her pussy.
Both were in a high state of excitement.
The mother began to moan loudly and began to lick her daughter's
pussy and then went to her ass. She began to nibble and suck on it
and seemed to be pushing her tongue inside.
"I love the way you suck," her mother moaned as she was obviously
enjoying herself. "You still have some of that enema inside, shit
on my face." He daughter let go with what mostly appeared to soapy
water which covered her mother. She did not seem to mind and again
began to suck on her daughter's ass. Both were very close to
coming.
"Do it again," screamed her mother, and the daughter let out some
more water and what appeared to be loose shit. From her mother's
face, she seemed to really enjoy it. I came in my pants.
Then, I slipped away to return home with a great hardon still in
place. It gradually subsided as I reached the house and climbed
the trellis to go to bed. It was the most exciting evening of my
life. I decided then and there that I had to meet this family,
especially the daughter.
Early Sunday morning, I was walking alone as usual along the beach
when the girl in the basement came out toward the water.
"hello," I said as she came along side me in the sand.
"Hello, my name is Samantha. I an staying at the Abbott house for
the season."
"I'm Jim," I answered quickly.
"Isn't the water beautiful this time of day?"
"Yes, it is, and quiet as well. That's why I walk here so early."
"Sorry if I interrupted."
"No, quite the opposite. I am glad to have someone to walk with.
This time of year there are only those few that live here year-
round and no one else is my age."
"I know, I've looked around town and there really isn't very much
to do."
"You're right. Most people go up to Harbortown for their
excitement." I looked over at her she had long blond hair and long
well-shaped legs and thighs as well as large tits that were clearly
visible through the teeshirt she was wearing. It was obvious she
had on no bra. As we walked her tits seemed to get even larger as
her nipples stuck out through the shirt. The short wraparound
skirt just barely covred her ass.
"My mom and I stay here mostly. We expected to have a house in
Harbortown by now but something happened and we are staying at the
Abbott's for a while. Mr. Abbott works with my dad.
We walked for a while along the beach and eventually, hand in hand
got to the other end near the protected cove.
"Want to go swimming," Samantha asked as we reached the cove.
"Sure I have a suit under my shorts. I sometimes come down here to
swim so that I can be alone."
"OK, lets do it." She stripped off her shirt and skirt revealing
a bikini bottom but not top and ran for the ocean.
"Hey, wait a..."
"Its Ok, I never wear a top. What's the matter you never seem
breasts before. Come on in."
I joined her in the water and we began to swim. We went out to the
bouy that marked the channel and back. She walked from the water
and lay down on the beach to get some of the sun that had come up
while we were in the water. I came out and stared at her breasts
the whole time and finally came up next to her.
"Come on, lay down. I won't bite. You don't have to stare at my
breasts, they won't go away."
We lay on the beach for a considerable time looking at the sky and
saying nothing. Periodically, I looked over at her breasts and her
long thin body and wished that I could fuck her.
"You know, I really know a lot about you. I have been asking
around for the past few days since I really wanted to meet you."
"How did...."
"Oh, it was easy," she broke in. "I knew you were around since we
saw you in the mirror the other night looking in the window when my
mother and I were in the basement. You must have gotton quite a
show. Did you jack off? Or are you just an enema lover who likes
to look?"
"Uh...n...no, I mean..."
"Oh, its OK. My mother wasn't really sure, but I saw your face.
You really looked like you were amazed. Don't be embarassed. I
liked it."
"But...." My words trailed off.
""You see," she continued, "My mother and i have developed a weird
relationship. She prefers women, and I like enemas and
assfucking." That makes it easier for both of us. I prefer men
but if it gets me an enema and an assfucking once in a while I will
act as if I like her coming on to me.
My face must have gone beet red as she was talking because she
began to laugh.
"Really, it's OK. I don't mind if you look, although i would
rather have you fuck me if you want. You still did not answer my
question, Do you like enemas?"
"Yeah, I love enemas." I answered with assurance. There was no
sense in lying.
"How about one now? Nobody is home at my house."
My prick had hardened and must have been obvious through my shorts.
Nonedtheless, we got up and walked toward her house.
Walking toward the path from the beach, we began to discuss our
likes in enemas.
"What about you, when did you begin to like enemas?," I asked her.
"Oh, I guess I was about three when I got my first one over her lap
in the bathroom. I was sick at the time and she thought I was
constipated. It was the first time I remember that I saw her big
red bag and hose. I liked it so much I just sort of stayed
constipated. It wasn't hard to figure out the symptoms she wanted
and I just brought them up periodically. Eventually, I asked so
frequently that she got used to giving me enemas and thinking I had
a problem. She would just pop up with red bag in hand in my room
and shove the tube up my ass.
When I was about eleven, I started having periods and cramps and
that was even better for getting them. She thought they were just
the ting for reducing cramps. I didn't have to fake that I was
backed up anymore. In any case, I don't think it would have
mattered, especially with what I know now. She really gets off on
giving them to me. What about you."
The situation is really similar except, of course, that my mother
isn't into them. i started to realize that they felt good and just
started asking for them once in a while, but not too often to get
her suspicious."
Soon we were at the house and entered through the back garden. No
one was home. We went to the basement where I had seen all the
action several days before. I went over and sat on the couch. She
went to the cabinet and took out the long red box and took out the
bag and hose. Then she came over to the couch where I was sitting.
"Isn't this a beauty! It was my grandmother's. See the red hose
and big black tip. The newer ones don't have a tip like this with
the big bulb on the end." She was obviously proud of it.
"Ok, then. Take off your clothes and I'll get everything ready.
You are going to get the enema of your life." She walked off
toward the bathroom and I could hear the water running in short
order. I began to undress.
"Do you like soap?", she yelled.
"yes, I do."
As I walked back to the house, I wondered how of what my
conversation with mom would be like. After all, we had had sex the
night before. It was obvious that neither of us had done something
like this before and my mind was moving in a whole bunch of
directions as I tried to sort out how I felt. Mom was in the
kitchen as I reached the back door.
"Good morning, hon. How did you sleep?" She asked as I entered
and sat down.
"Mom, I think we should talk."
"Yes, I guess we better before things get out of hand. I'm sorry
about last night, everything was just overtaken by events. So much
has been happening and then, your peeping on the enema episode down
the street and then your needing another one. I guess I just got
carried away, since..well..you see..sometimes..when I feel
a..ah..need, I... well.. use.. ah.. an..enema for gratification.
It makes me feel better. I have no one to have sex with since your
father died and, well, you asked why I keep the bag and hose on the
bathroom door, it..well..because I use it..in..well..ah..place of
sex. It makes me feel good.
A warm soapy enema can really make you relax and feel good inside
and the water and tube is..well.ah..like a prick up the ass. I
guess you are old enough to know. Your father and I liked anal sex
once in a while. You would have been took young to remember him
really. He was a fine man who worked hard and loved me and, when
he went into the service, and then died, I lost everything I ever
wanted, except you. Oh, I don't want to discuss it anymore just
now."
"It's ok mom, I think I understand."
"How do you feel this morning. Want some breakfast?
"Sure, I feel great."
"All right then, go clean up and I'll make breakfast for you."
I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and face. The enema bag
wasn't on the door as usual. I looked around and found it in the
shower with another tip on it, a bigger one, slightly curved on the
end with a lot of holes in it. Mom had been using it."
Several days later, I came home from school and went in through the
kitchen door. It was about three in the afternoon. Mom was
sitting at the table reading the afternoon paper and drinking her
coffee. She smiled as I came in. She was wearing a loose-fitting
yellow dress.
"Hi, honey. How was school?"
"Oh, ok,", I answered, and sat down at the table.
"Mom....." I started to talk but couldn't continue.
"What dear?"
"Well..I.. that it..ah..well..could we..I mean could you.." My
voice trailed off.
"What are you trying to say, dear?"
"Well, could you...ah..welll...give me a big soapsuds enema." I
blurted it out.
My mother looked at me for a few moments and then began to smile
slightly. She came over to me and put her hand on my brow and then
hugged me closely to her breasts. They hardened as my head touched
them. It was obvious that she was wearing no bra. I moved my face
around so that my lips felt her nipples through the blouse just
like a small child.
Feeling a suddenly overwhelming urge, I sucked like that small
child through the top of her dress. Then, without saying a word,
she reached down and began to open the buttons on the top and I
began to suck in earnest on these massive breasts that I had
discovered.
"Are you sure you are feeling ok? You don't seem to have a
temperature.", she spoke softly into my ear.
"I ..uh..well..." I still felt smothered by her breasts. her pink
nipples seemed to be rising to meet my lips.
"That's all right, dear. If you think you need another enema, then
I'll give you a good big one. You go to your room and get ready
for me and I'll be right in with the big red bag."
She stood away from me and I realized that, for the first time I
seeing a woman who was no longer my mother but had become a lover
that I wanted in the worst way to fuck. She stood with her dress
open and her breasts bare and her look was one of sheer sexual
want. My mind was a mass of thought that was confusing. After
all, this was not the normal way to do things. I went to my room
excited about the possibilities of my new relationship.
A few minutes later mom was in my room with the familiar red enema
bag over her arm. The bag was very full and the hose coming out
made it look like a serpent of red with black fangs.
"Are you ready?", she asked . "Turn over."
"Ok mom, " I said as I turned on my side."
She put vaseline on the tip and began to wiggle her finger up my
ass and she stroked my insides for a few moments before she
inserted the tip. Then it was in, the snap was released and the
enema began to go in very fast. She began to rub my stomach and
soon arrived at my now hard prick which she began to massage with
slow strokes up and down its shaft.
"Feeling better." She took my hand and moved it to her pussy.
"Rub me there", she whispered softly in my ear.
I began to rub her pussy and felt an opening and put my finger
inside. I could feel that it was wet and warm and seemed to suck
up my finger. Shortly, there was room for two.
"Oh, Tom, its feels good", she purred as my fingers went in even
further. In and out they went in a rapid rhythm. I forgot that
she was giving me an enema. Then she moved around and took off her
dress. She was naked underneath. The enema was in.
She took out the tip and moved over my prick while she threw the
red enema bag on the bed. Slowly, she allowed my prick to enter her
body. It felt warm and tight inside her and she began to move up
and down in a rhythm that made my prick even harder.
"Do you...think..you could, Oh...." she moaned as my fingers were
moving from her clity to her back and them down to her ass. I
began to rub her butt and then slid my finger down to her ass just
as she had done to me. It could feel the rosette of her asshole
opening to meet my finger and shoved one of my pussy-wet fingers in
her ass.
"Oh..OH...OH..that feels GOOD!", she moaned and then shouted. I
started to removed the finger but she urged me to continue. Soon,
a second finger joined the first. Her asshole just sucked them up
and held them tightly.
"Could you.. oh....put your prick in my ass.
She took some vaseline with her finger, moved mine aside, and
shoved it up her own ass while putting some more on my prick. Then
she lay down on the bed on her stomach with her ass in the air.
"Put it in....PLEA..SE...." she moaned. I moved over hee and held
my prick on the edge of her asshole.
"Put it in....N...O....O...W", she moaned again.
I pushed my prick to her asshole. it just seemed to open up and my
prick slid easily inside.
"Oh, that feelss...so..o.o.o GOOD", She yelled. My prick was
inside now and I instinctively moved it in and out just like the
lady had done to her daughter with the dildo.
"Oh, fuck me...hard." my mother moaned as the prick went in and out
even harder.
I pushed and stroked and soon felt the come rising in my prick. I
shot a big load into her waiting asshole. We both came at the same
time. I fell over her back. We both lay there spent for a few
moments.
"Your father was never as good," she said as my now limp prick
began to come out of her asshole.
"You know, I had a feeling that something was going to happen today
and I took an enema myself and douched this morning just to make
sure that I was clean up there for you."
I knew now that we were going to be special lovers and not just
mother and son. Our old relationship was gone. I was a man--her
man now.
Remembering the enema, I rushed for the bathroom and got there just
in time. I sat and shit and thought for a long time.
Several more days went by before I had any chance to spend time
with mom. I was in school and she had taken a job with the
department store downtown on the day after our last episode. By
the time she came home from work, I had already had supper and was
usually studying or even asleep. It could make a relationship very
difficult but she needed the money for the house and I understood.
Finally, it was saturday again and we were both home. I was in the
living room reading the paper and then a magazine and she would
come in periodically as she went about cleaning and dusting.
That particular day, she wore a brief shift dress, sort of like a
tent only really baggy. She bent over once in front of me and I
could see from the side of my book that she was wearing nothing
underneath the dress. I pretended not to notice and moved around
to make sure that she did not see my rapidly strengthening hardon
from where she was in the room. In a few minutes, she left the
room for the kitchen.
I went off to the bathroom to piss and, when the bathroom door was
closed, saw the the now familiar red bag wasn't on the door. That
wasn't unusual since mom took it into the shower to douche
frequently and I looked into the shower to see if it was there.
Was I suprised when I saw that it was full on the tub hook and the
red tube coiled over the hook as well. I was so preoccupied that
I did not notice that mom had entered the bathroom and was standing
behind me.
"You are really getting a thing about that enema bag, aren't you?",
she asked.
"Yes," I answered startled as I realized she was in the room. "How
come it's filled?"
"Well, I thought that it might be needed today, so I filled it just
a few moments ago. I have been meaning to ask how you were, with
all your 'stomach problems' and all."
"I guess I'm OK...", my voice trailed off.
"Don't you think we better check," mom asked?
"Sure, I..guess so."
"Well I have a surprise for you today. How about we play a
fantasy. You were always interested in the nurse in the doctor's
office. I bought a nurse's outfit. Let's play doctor's office."
It all sounded exciting to me.
"OK, then, take off your clothes and get ready for an examination."
I quickly undrssed and in short order had on only my BVDs.
Mom went over and sat down on the hamper. "Come over here for your
examination, now.", she said. I moved over to the hamper.
"Take of your shorts and lie over my lap." She had put on her
nurse's uniform while I was undressing, complete with white hose,
and was sitting on the hamper. I lay over her lap and could feel
the cloth of the uniform on my skin.
Mom took a glove out of her pocket, one of those plastic ones like
the doctors use, and stuck a finger in some vaseline she had handy.
Then she took the gloved finger and went for my asshole, quickly
burying her finger in my ass. She rubbed my prostate and it felt
great. My prick hardened immediately.
She removed her finger and I could tell from the shit on the glove
that I was about to get that enema. Mom lifted me off her lap and
stood up as she took off the glove.
"You certainly are full of turd today. I guess we better do
something about that." She began to take off the nurses uniform
and underneath wore only a garter belt and her white hose.
"Over the hamper, young man. You need a good cleaning out." She
took the enema bag off the tub hook and hooked it again on the
closet handle, high above the hamper. "Get ready," she said as she
stuck the tube up my ass. I was in heaven. I could feel the water
going in fast and it made my prick even harder. All the water was
in in what seemed like no time at all. I could feel her pulling out
the tube and headed right away to the can to let it out.
"Mom, you sure give a great enema. You know how to make a guy feel
good."
"You're not so bad yourself," mom said as she began to stroke my
prick that was stiff enough to fly a flag. "You sure have a big
prick. I'm glad that you like enemas. You take after me. One of
these days, I will let you give me one. Right now, I want that big
prick of yours up my ass."
A Return Bout
"Jackie," I heard Mom say as I came through the front door. "Could
you come here please after you drop your coat and books."
"OK, mom, Where are you", I yelled through the front corridor."
"Here, in my bedroom," she replied.
"OK, coming."
I walked down the corridor that goes from the front door to the
back, throwing my books and coat in my room. As I approached mom's
room I could smell a pungeant odor that certainly wasn't perfume.
The closer I got, I finally realized that it was Vick's. As I
entered the room, I recognized that she had a vaporizer running and
was under the blankets and sick.
"Jackie, dear, could you go to the store for me. I have a terrible
cold and the doctor left a prescription to be filled. Would you
mind?"
"Of course, not", I answered and took the prescription and left to
get it filled. It took about half an hour to get it and I returned
directly.
"Back, Mom," I shouted as I came through the front door. I took
off my coat and went to her room right away with the prescription.
"Thanks Jackie. I appreciate your coming right back. Could you
get me a glass of water", she said as she opened the package and
took out the prescription bottle. I went to the bathroom and got
the water, stopping briefly to look at the old enema bag on the
door. I fingered the hose and then went back to Mom's room with
the water.
"Here it is Mom." I gave her the water and started to leave to go
read the paper.
"Oh, one more thing Jackie. I hate to ask but..well..I really feel
awful and.. well..could you.. that is.. would you.. give me an
enema..if you have the time of course." i stood back a little bit.
Although mom had done them to me often, including our sex sessions,
I had never given her one. I knew how to do it from watching her
but still had a queezy feeling about it.
"Ok..well..I guess so..if that's what..you want." I sort of
stammered through the line.
"I would do it myself, but I feel so weak in the legs with this
cold and I just don't think I could do it. You don't mind do you."
"Well, I guess not. You give them to me so I guess I could give
one to you, especially since you're sick."
"Thank you. Now go get it ready. You do know how to do it, don't
you?"
"I think so..well. .. sure, I know how." I went off to the
bathroom and took the bag and hose off the hook and started to run
the water. i felt it to be sure that it didn't feel too hot and
then filled the bag and ran some water through the hose. With
everything ready, I went back to mom's room. She had rolled over
on her side with the cover over her.
"All ready." I said as she pulled the cover off. She had on a short
nightgown that had ridden up over her thighs and she pulled it even
higher as I approached with the bad and hose.
She had a jar of vaseline on the nighstand and the cover was open.
i took some on a finger and approached her. She reached down and
pulled up one cheek of her ass and I could see her asshole.
Nervously, I went over to her and tentatively placed my finger on
her back and then thought that it was simple and my finger
approached her asshole. I quickly shoved a finger up and got the
vaseline on and around her hole and then inserted the tube. I held
it up high and opened the clamp so that it could start running.
"Oh, could you stop for a minute. I'm getting a cramp." I closed
the snap for a moment. In a few seconds, she said she felt better
and I opened the sanp again and the rest of it ran in. i removed
the hose and put the bag on the bed with a tissue around the tube
because it had some shit on it. She ran for the bathroom. When
she returned to bed, I went to the bathroom and rinsed out
everything and hung it back on the door. Then I went to the
kitchen to make some supper after asking if she wanted anything.
I looked in later and she was asleep so I wnt to bed.
The next morning I awoke late because there was no school and found
mom in her robe in the kitchen. She still looked pale but she was
making some breakfast and drinking her coffee so I guess she was
better.
"Good morning, honey. How are you today."
"Fine, mom, how about yourself."
"I feel much better dear. I guess the medicine and the blankets
and everything cleared most of the cold up. You really helped and
I appreciate it."
"Oh that's ok mom. Happy to help."
"It took some courage for you to give me that enema. It helped.
You know, you are really becoming more of a man each day and I
think you're wonderful. " She came over and hugged me. I just
couldn't help, it got a hardon. Even with the robe I think she
sensed it. She held me even closer and moved her lower body closer
to me as if she were grinding herself into me. Then she kissed me.
She reached down between us and began to caress my prick through my
pajamas.
"Another member of the family heard from. Breakfast won't be ready
for a while and you seem very tense. How about a little
relaxation?"
"What do you mean, mom?', I asked puzzled.
"Well, I just thought that perhaps I could say thanks for your help
in a special way. Any ideas?" The twinkle in her eye told me she
wanted to have sex in our 'special way'.
"Gee, I guess I have been tense lately. It really gets you down.
I think that I might go back to bed for a little while and relax.
You might be right there, i am tense." I walked out of the room
and into mine and got back into bed. The room was still dark as I
got under the covers.
In a few moments, I heard mom come into the room. Then I felt her
coming over to the other side of the bed and get in. I reached
over to say something and felt her leg. She was naked and pushing
over close to me.
"I thought I might come in to keep you warm, " she whispered and
she came behind me and snuggled close. "Feel better."
"Yes, I answered," as she came real close.
"Anything else I can do for you", she whispered low in my ear as
she began to rub my back through the pajamas. She rubbed in
circles on my back starting at the neck and gradually rubbed lower
and lower still she reached my waist. Then she rubbed softly
around the waistband of my pajamas and moved her hand into them and
began to rub my ass. It felt really good. Soon she was rubbing my
asscheeks and spreading her fingers so that she could grasp my
cheeks. I thought I felt a finger move toward my asshole. I was
right, she rubbed closer and closer and a finger finally found its
way to my asshole. Her finger circled around it and then began to
probe inside slightly. She pushed it in and then out.
"Now I know why you are so tense," she whispered. "I'll bet that
you haven' been going to the bathroom as you should have you?"
"Not really, sometimes it takes a day or so."
"Then how about a good warm soapsuds enema. That always reduces
the tension." She had reached around to my prick and was stroking
it with her hand. The other was still on my asscheeks. She pushed
another finger up my ass and the movement in and out of the finger
matched the stroking of my prick. I was really getting hard and
excited.
"Y..es...I...th..ink that ...an..enema..would...do..it. OH, Mom,
I need an enema bad. A big one just like you do best."
"I'll be right back. I have it all ready."
She was back in a flash with the bag and hose and literally threw
the blankets off and she went with the vaseline for my asshole.
Soon the enema was going in, and fast. Before it was even over,
she turned me over on my back and was sitting on my prick.. It felt
so warm and wet as I sank into her pussy.
She closed the clamp of the bag and pulled out the hose and began
to ride up and down on my prick, faster and faster. She was close
to coming in a very short time. I pushed her off and turned her
over and sank my prick, now covered with her pussy juices, up her
ass. She pushed my prick in and out her ass. it felt so tight.
It really felt good. Finally she came and I rushed for the
bathroom.
She walked in as I was shitting. "Feel better now. You got
cleaned out two ways to Sunday today."
Samantha's Party
Samantha spent most of her day in school. She attended the
community college nearby studying art. The rest of her time was
spent either fucking on the beach with whoever wanted to get laid
or at home with her mother.
One Tuesday afternoon she arrived at home about four. Her mother
was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was dressed in a thin
print dress that clung to her body. From her movements, she was
wearing only the dress.
"Hello, mom", Samantha said as she entered the kitchen and spied
her mother.
"How are you this afternoon, darling", her mother replied.
"Everything is just fine." Samantha sat down at the kitchen table.
The sun shone through her mother's dress and Samantha decided to
have some fun. In a short time, her mother came over to the table,
close to where she sat.
"Gee, you look nice today mom."
"Why thank you dear."
"That is a really comfortable looking dress." As she said it,
Samantha raised her hand as if to pat her mother on the arm but,
instead, stroked down her back and ended up with a handful of her
ass.
"Samantha, really. Someone could come in."
"No one is coming in this time of day mom. And you have just a
wonderful ass. I enjoy stroking it. Over your dress, it feels so
silky." Then she reached down to the hem and raised her hand again
under the dress, this time caressing her mother's ass directly.
"Samantha, please stop."
"Oh, come on mom. You know you like it." She moved her hand
between the cheeks of her mother's ass and still stroked softly.
Finally she reached slightly forward and brushed lighly against her
pussy hair before removing her hand.
"Please don't do that, Sam.
Sam replaced her hand on her mother's ass and caressed each cheek
in turn and then moved her fingers again to the crack of her ass.
Her mother began to get turned on and moved her legs apart slightly
and bent forward ever so slightly toward the table, as if to get a
napkin. When she did, Sam moved two fingers even deeper into the
crack of her ass, finally touching the rosette of her asshole.
With her finger nail, she began to massage and scratch slightly.
"OH, it feels good", her mother moaned softly as Sam suddenly
pushed and buried her finger up her mother's asshole.
"It does, huh. What does it really feel like mom."
"Ah..well..ah..it..ah..feels like a big enema tube up my ass. Yes,
that's what it feels like. Move it around some more."
"Sure, if that's what you want." Just as SAM said it, she pulled
it out quickly.
"Put it back", her mother moaned.
"Not on your life."
"Please. put it back."
"No. I won't and you can't make me." Sam looked shyly toward her
mother as mom put her own finger up her own ass and moved it in and
out.
"You'll be sorry. I need this."
"Then do it yourself. I hope you get off on it."
Her mother pushed and moaned and then came. She pulled out her
finger and shoved it under her daughter's nose.
"You'll be sorry. Get to your room, right now."
"All right, mom. See you later." Sam left the room and walked down
the corridor toward her room. As she turned into her room, she
could see her mother come out of the kitchen and follow her down
the corridor. Sam closed the door as her mother went into the
bathroom. She stayed in there several minutes. Sam assumed that
she was pissing or frigging herself, or both. In any event, she
went on with her own thing.
Some time later, there was a knock on the door. Her mother
entered.
"Sam, can I talk with you."
"Sure mom,.what can I do for you."
"Well, I'd like to talk about this sex thing between us. I am
concerned that you are making too much of it."
"How mom, after all you are the one that started everything with
those enemas and the dildo thing."
"I know, and I'm sorry I did. This kind of thing is not good for
you." She came over and sat on the bed. "You need to be more
adjusted and get out with boys your age."
"What makes you think I don't?"
"Well, I'm sure you do but it seems, well, that you prefer me over
them."
"I must admit mom, your pussy and asshole taste better than them
anytime. "
"Oh stop being filthy."
"Sorry mom, but I do like getting it on with you, just like your
little girl. Why right now, I feel very constipated. I must
confess that I have been holding everything in for three days
waiting for you to give me a big soapsuds enema."
"Why, you can get one anytime you want."
"Because I know that you like to get shit on. I thought maybe an
enema in the shower with both of us and then I could really dump on
you. I know you like it."
"But you dad..well..he will..be..soon."
"no mom, I saw dad at lunchtime. He has to work late. Actually,
I think he's fucking his secretary. The one with the big tits."
"Well..."
"Well nothing..do you want to or not.."
"It's just..."
"Just nothing. Let's go." Sam walked toward the bathroom. Her
mother followed in short order. As she walked into the bathroom,
the enema bag did a dull thud on the door.
"That's going to get a real workout this evening."
Sam cam into the bathroom and began to undress almost immediately.
She was nearly undressed when her mother entered. The look on her
face was wondrous and she began to feel her daughters tits through
Sam's bra.
"Stop, now. Get undressed and let's get to it. With that, Sam
started the shower spray and the room sooned began to fill with
mist as the hot water began to fog the room. Sam stepped into the
shower and adjusted the heat of the water to be comfortable. In
just a second, her mother entered the shower as well and they began
to feel each other and finally kissed long and deep. her mother
reached toward Sam's back and began to rub softly in circles over
her back and buttocks, finally reaching her ass.
"You feel so good'", her mother exhaled as she was obviously
excited.
Sam, who had been stroking her mother as well, remained silent.
"I need you," her mother said as she pushed Sam down toward her
pussy.
"I need you too," Sam said. I want a big soapsuds enema up my ass
so that i can show you how much I love you."
Her mother took the enema bag off the hook and put the top over the
shower and began to fill the bag with warm water. soon, it was
full. She connected the tube.
"Bend over, so that I can get the tube up your ass."
Sam bent over and her mother pushed the enema tube up her ass and
opened the clamp. The water flowed in quickly and soon was all in.
"Lay down in the tub, mom. i want to let go, but first, I have a
surprise for you. Sam reached behind the shower curtain and came
out with her mom's large rubber prick. "Turn around and bend
over."
Without saying a word, her mom turned around and bent at the waist.
Just as she did, Sam separated her cheeks and literally pushed the
prick up her ass.
"How does that feel, mom?"
""Oh, it feels...great.."
"Ok, now get down in the tub."
Her mother lay down in the tub and Sam sat over her chest and let
go with a large volume of water and turd that covered her body.
First one wave then another of her enema shit came out all over her
mother.. Much of it washed away quickly from the shower.
About an hour went by before my mother came into my room. From the
expression on her face, she was still plenty mad.
"You had better learn that your behavior today is unacceptable. I
should make you go to their house and tell them what you told me.
That would be a real punishment. But I have thought of something
else. You take off your clothes except for your shorts and come
with me."
She took me to the bathroom. When I entered I immediately could
see that she had filled the enema bag and it was hanging from the
hook on the closet.
"Young man, I have given you enemas periodically because you needed
them, but tonight you told me the most disgusting thing I have ever
heard. Do you remember when you were 8 and you peeped in on your
cousin when she was sick and Aunt Jane had to give her an enema?
You looked through the keyhole on them and thought you had gotten
away with it. But they heard you. Later that evening, after
dinner Aunt Jane told me about it and I asked you about it and you
lied to me at first. You said you were outside but finally
confessed. What did I do to you then?"
"Well..ah.."
"Speak up, what did I do to you?"
"You gave me a big soapsuds enema and a paddling."
"What else?"
"You told me not to do it again, because peeping was not honest."
"What else?"
"You had Aunt Jane give me another enema the next morning."
"Anything else?"
"You sent me to school late with a note that said I was late
because you had to give me an enema. Everybody laughed at me when
the teacher read the note."
You are going to get a similar punishment now. An enema just like
that girl. Yours, however, is going to be a punishment, an even
bigger punishment than that I gave you when you were a child. I
hope you finally learn a lesson. This bag is filled with hot soapy
water. You will take every drop and it will make you go to the
bathroom like you have never before. Perhaps giving you the same
thing you saw will cure you once and for all of this terrible
"You come over here and lie over my lap." I did so immediately. "I
hope you realize what you have done. If not, you will shortly."
With that she slapped my bottom just as the lady did. She parted
my cheeks and ran her finger up my ass with vaseline on it just
like the lady did and then inserted the tube. She released the
clamp and I could feel the hot soapy water going in. The cramps
started immediately. Unfortunately, so did my erection. I shifted
slightly so that she would not notice.
"Do you feel it?" she asked, "Here it comes." She took the bag off
the hook and raised and squeezed it just like the lady did. The
pressure and cramps were incredible but they gave way to a feeling
that was centered on my prick instead of my ass. Then the enema
was done. She told me to get up and go to the toilet. i tried to
do it without her seeing my hard-on. She threw the enema bag into
the sink and walked out.
"When you are finished go back to your room and stay there." she
said as she left. "We will talk more about this later."
By then I had to go and everything came out with a rush. When I
finished I went back to my room and read thinking about the events
of day. I cooked up a plan to go back to the house as they arrived
home to see if anything else would transpire.