and if she liked it. We had the same room, and that night when we were in bed, I asked her what it was like to take an enema.
“'What the heck do you want to know for?' she said.
“'I just wondered. Mom gave you one today, didn't she?'
“'How the heck do you know that?' she said, real snotty. Then she asked, 'You didn't watch, did you?'
“I told her I did, and she really got mad, and told me she was going to tell Mom on me, and that I was real dirty and everything. I got really scared and begged her not to, and finally she said she wouldn't, but that I better mind my own business and not go peeking at people when they're doing things that are private.
“The next morning, I still pretended to be asleep when she got up and I stared at her bare ass when she was getting out of her pajamas and getting dressed. It was so big and round, and I kept remembering what the red rubber enema tube had looked like disappearing up between those round white mounds. I really had a thing about rear ends now.
“A couple of weeks later, when I was coming home from school, I suddenly had this absolutely insane idea. When I got home, Mom was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. I went up to her and stood there biting my lip, my hands behind my back, and then I heard myself ask it.
“'Mom,' I asked, 'would you give me an enema?' My throat was so dry I could hardly get it out. Mom just stared bug-eyed at me, and I guess I don't blame her.
“'What in the world-?' she said, in that tone of voice she used when she was really up tight.
“I felt myself blushing, and I got all confused and everything, 'That's okay,' I said, 'never mind,' and I started to go away. I felt like a real idiot.
“'Wait a minute, honey,' she said. 'Why do you want me to give you an enema? Are you sick?'
“I looked the picture of health, and there was never anything wrong with my bowels. I had planned to tell her I was constipated, but when it came down to it, I just couldn't lie, and I got all flustered.
“'No, that's okay,' I said. 'I'm okay,' and I started away again.
“But Mom said, 'Wait a minute, dear. Let's sit down and talk about it.' And she got this real serious expression on her face, like she does when she wants to set one of us straight about something.
“I sat down next to her, feeling awfully silly, and wishing that I'd kept my dumb mouth shut.
“'Now, what is this all about?' she asked. 'Why in the world do you want me to give you an enema? You're not sick.' I blushed and looked down at my shoes. I was really embarrassed. 'I dunno,' I said, wishing I could just fly out the door and keep on running.
“'You don't know?'
“'No.'
“'Well, I think I know, and I think you know, too, young lady.'
“I didn't say anything, and I was hoping she wouldn't tell me, because I was afraid she could just about read my mind. And I was right, because she could.
“'I think you want me to give you an enema because of sex,' she said.
“I just about went through the floor when she said that.
“'Is that right?'
“'I guess so,' I said in a real low voice. I couldn't look at her.
“'Yes, I thought so,' she said triumphantly. 'Well, I'm glad we're having this talk because you're getting some silly notions in your head.
Your sister told me you watched us the other day.'
“'She would, darn her!' I said.
“'No, I'm glad she did,' Mom said. Then she said something that really surprised me. 'Now, I think I'm just going to give you the enema right now so that you can find out what it's like and get all this out of your system.'
“Then she got up and I followed her into the bathroom. I really felt queasy. I was going to get something up my ass. Mom fixed the thing and hung the bag up on a hook on the bathroom door and then told me to pull my dress up and take my panties down. I did. Then she told me to bend over and started shoving the tube up my rear end. It felt so darned good I could hardly stand it. I just kept shifting from one leg to another and crossing my legs and bobbing my bottom up and down while she pushed the tube up me. I could feel it way up inside, and the water was spurting in and everything. I must be awfully sensitive back there because it just about drove me wild.
“After it was over, and I'd been to the John a few times, Mom had me sit with her and we talked again.
“'Well, I guess you got quite a charge out of that,' she said.
“I told her that I guess I did. She thought about it for a while, and finally said, “Well, I guess it won't hurt you. You're obviously going through some kind of phase, so if you feel you want one again, you tell me, and we'll just see how it goes.'
“I guess that makes it clear that I wasn't as innocent as I let on to Don, and that I really knew what I wanted him to do to me.
“I knew Mom would give me an enema if I asked her, and she did. The next time, I bent down with my dress up and panties down, and she shoved, the tube up my bare rear, way up. I told her it felt good, so she screwed me with it, pumped it back and forth while the water was pouring in me until I had this terrific orgasm.
“'Ohhhh, Mom, it feels good,' I moaned.
“Later I told her that the reason I'd asked her to give me the enema was because of what Don had done to me and that I was stuck up back there, and also he'd gotten me all aroused and I hadn't come. She wasn't mad or anything, but just kissed me and said she was glad we could talk, and that it was all right for me and Don to do that, but that it probably would be a good idea for me to have her give me an enema afterwards. When I saw Don he told me he'd peeked through the door and had watched Mom give me the enema and that he'd shot off when he'd watched the tube going up between my bare buttocks. I just laughed and told him what Mom had said and I thought he'd faint.
“'You mean she doesn't care?' he asked.
“'Nope. We can do it any time we like.'
“'Wow!'”
Frances is anal erotic in a very unusual family situation in which this form of sex is not only permitted but encouraged by the mother. Unquestionably, the mother herself is anally erotic and derives considerable sexual satisfaction from giving enemas to her daughters, and she is also deriving vicarious pleasure from the experience which Frances has had with her brother. Jane, too, is anally erotic, as will be shown in what follows, and the situation is one in which all members of the family quite openly enjoy sex in this manner.
It should be noted that the father, a very successful and affluent lawyer, is never at home, that the family lives in a rather exclusive residential suburb, and that the mores of the set in which the parents travel are highly permissive. This is the kind of family in which wife-swapping, “key,” and other sex games are indulged by the parents who, in turn, have exceptionally permissive attitudes toward their children. From earliest childhood the two girls, in particular, have been brought up to accept sex as a normal and natural interest and to consider no form of sex to be particularly deviate. The mother is not a deviate in her own mind, nor are her daughters. She has not been quite so open with her son, who was obliged to be secretive about being sodomized by another boy, but this was not because of any moral scruples on her part so much as the purely accidental fact that she had never had occasion to know what he was doing and thus give him permission to do it.
The mother is a psychopath and somewhat nymphomanie. Or, perhaps, better, one might say that she is a person with both psychopathic and nymphomanie tendencies. She is not purely one or the other. To her sex is a matter of free choice, a pleasure to be indulged in, and she has no moral feelings about it. Her attitude is quite the opposite of those held by most women in the conservative household and community in which she grew up in the Middle West. After coming to California, she rebelled against this earlier upbringing by living promiscuously. The present marriage is her second. She has lovers and she willingly permits her husband to have mistresses when he wants. Actually, he is quite loyal to her, does not have her permissive values, and would be quite shocked if he knew how she was rearing the children. In this case that term is a double entendre. She is deliberately perverting them. However, her husband is seldom home and is almost a stranger to his children. Virtually, his only role in the household is to provide the rather lavish economic resources which enable the family to live an affluent life.
According to studies such as Cleckley's Mask of Sanity, psychopaths are excessively egoistic persons who
