“'Pull up your dress,' Mom said.
“Without looking at her-and, anyway, her back was to me while she was getting the gadget ready-I started pulling up my dress real show. Mom's always telling me stuff like pull your dress down, don't cross your knees, and all that. And now she was telling me to get undressed and let her see my bare bottom. It was dreadfully immodest and I just couldn't see why Mom got so perturbed over my showing a little of my upper leg and was so matter-of- fact about my showing my whole rear end and doing something so indecent.
“'Couldn't I just take it myself,” I said again, in this small quavering voice.
“'No, get undressed, dear,' Mom said. Then she turned to me, holding the enema bag in one hand and the tube in the other.
“'I don't have to strip or anything, do I?' I pleaded, trying to delay the whole darned thing.
“'No no,' said Mom, getting a little impatient.
“Just pull your dress up and take your panties down.' Then she laid the bag down in the basin and picked up the tube and started smearing vaseline on it.
“I was trembling all over. I raised my skirt up in back, but left it so that it would still fall in front of me. Then I dropped my panties and let them slide down my legs to my ankles. There was the long mirror on the bathroom door. I saw myself in it, my tanned knees and upper legs, the sweep of my skirt over my thighs, my pink blouse, and my face. I looked so tense.
“'All right, Patty, I guess we're ready,' Mom said. I stiffened and felt very disconcerted about being undressed before Mom, and I didn't want to have to turn around and show her my bare bottom.
“'Turn around and bend over,' Mom ordered.
“My throat was really dry and my stomach was churning. Also I was blushing like fury. But I turned my back to Mom and bent down and leaned my right arm against the porcelain top of the toilet for support, stepped out of my panties, and straddled the bowl. I could feel myself blushing all over. Then I glanced at the mirror and saw my own naked round bottom and how creamy white it was and I was just fascinated. I felt a little anxious, too, as I stared at the tube Mom held between her thumb and forefinger. I started studying my own backside; how dark the crack was between my cheeks and how round my cheeks were. I guess that's what you have to bend over for when you get an enema. I felt really exposed and awfully embarrassed.
“Then Mom was there, peering at the crack between my buttocks and I saw and felt her left thumb and forefinger pry my rump open and insert the tube into me. I saw it go in in the mirror and I felt it plug in like I was a bottle being corked. I really liked it.
“'That doesn't hurt, does it, dear?' Mom asked.
“'No, Mom.'
“Then Mom rested the coiled tube in her hand on the small of my back and slid it straight in me until her fingers vanished between my cheeks. The sensation was terrific and I just about fainted. I could feel the tube slither right in, smooth and slippery, like a very long finger, and it didn't hurt one bit. It was good. It was the most delicious sensation I ever remembered. I just loved it. Suddenly I felt real affectionate toward Mom because she was doing something to me that was so nice. Then Mom reached back again, to the point where the colon tube joined the regular hose, and slid it in all the way again until her thumb and forefinger disappeared between my cheeks. The sensation was wild. I felt the tube just glide free. It was tremendous. I could see my face in the mirror and how funny the expression was and that my lips were parted. I couldn't keep from moaning, it felt so good. My vagina was pulsating and felt damp, and my bottom quivered and I felt faint. I just felt wonderful. I caught my breath and held it, while Mom ran some more of the tube up me, and I exhaled in a sigh. Mom was so good to do it to me. I just loved her for it.
“'I guess you can kneel down now,' Mom said. 'That doesn't hurt, does it?'
“'No, it feels awfully good.'
“'Oh, wonderful,' Mom whispered.
“I dropped to my knees and quickly leaned forward with my head on the floor. I cradled my head in my arms. I was just about beside myself because the tube felt so good and because of the nakedness of my rump. I could hear the water gurgle in the tube, but a moment or two passed before I felt it spurt in. The tube was up so far that I could feel the water only as a dull ache.
“'I'm giving you a high enema,' Mom whispered.
“I didn't answer, but I was enjoying it immensely. The tube felt good and I wished it could just stay in there. The water was giving me cramps, but I didn't care.
“'Can you take any more?' she asked.
“'Yes, I'm all right,' I answered.
“'You're being very sweet. I know this is awful for you.'
“'It's all right,' I said. 'I like it.'
“'That's good.' she answered.
“The bag emptied and Mom clamped the tube shut. “There now,' she said in a soothing voice. 'That's all done.'
“I had to sit on the toilet quite a while after that, and make quite a few trips. But I really liked it. It wasn't like the other time.
“Later, Mom gave me a dose of milk of magnesia and the next morning asked me if it had worked.
“It had, actually, but I lied and said it hadn't. Then I murmured in this shy voice, 'Maybe I need another enema.'
“'All right. Swell,' Mom said, and patted me on the bottom.
“I slipped out of bed and padded down the hall. I found Mom waiting for me with the bulging bag in one hand and the tip of the tube in the other. She didn't have to tell me to undress this time. In fact, I asked her if I could strip naked. She laughed and said that would be fine, so I took off my pajamas and then spread my legs apart real wide and bent way down.
“'Hurry, Mom,' I begged, 'push it in.'
“When I looked back I saw that it wasn't the regular colon tube, but a very thick, long one; one of those tubes they use for colonic irrigations, I think. I don't know where Mom had gotten it. I was just wild. It was as thick as a boy's prick, but three feet long, I swear.
“She began working it into me. It hurt. I felt like I was just splitting apart, but it was also wonderful. I just loved it. The pressure of it was terrific. She turned the water on so it started spurting in, and then, while I was being flooded, she started shoving the tube in.
“'Ooooh, Mom. It feels good, ooooooh!'
“I just couldn't help moaning, I loved it so much. She just kept pushing it in and in and in. I could hardly stand it it felt so good. I could feel it going up in my insides, way up, just like it was going to go up through my stomach. I know it went right through my rectum and up into my bowels. I could feel it all the way; the sensation was terrific. That's when I came for the first time in my life. Mom had me lie down on the rug on the floor with my legs apart and, with that thick tube all the way up my rear end, she ran a douche nozzle into me, into my vagina, and squeezed, and when she did that, an enema and a douche both at the same time, I just exploded. 'Ohhhhhhhhh! Ooooooooh! Ooooooooooh!' I just moaned over and over again. It was the most wonderful sensation. I can't describe it.
“I was really worn out after that episode, and Mom made me lie down. Then she came in and sat by my bed and we talked. She told me that she loved me a lot and that she was glad I'd liked what she'd done to me, and that if I wanted her to do it again, I was just to tell her. She said it was better for me to let her do that to me than to do things with boys because men are such beasts and they make nothing but trouble.”
Patricia's case is an unusual one, but, by no means, rare. More than one mother has deliberately seduced her own child, male or female, and caused the latter to become a deviate. Patricia's case illustrates the situation in which anal eroticism is combined with incest, and in which that frequently abused remedy, the enema, is used as an erotic device. Millicent's unfortunate marriage, her own frigidity, and her consequent hatred of men were the basic cause. Patricia herself did not necessarily have anal erotic tendencies to begin with. The first experience, when she was thirteen, was traumatic. It left a lasting impression on her, as would be inevitable. The second, a highly erotic experience, one which she finally entered into herself, was a sort of seduction, made possible for the mother by the girl's illness.
